Feng Qianyu's face was pale, her originally rosy lips were now dim, and her originally sea-like eyes had also lost their luster: "Xiao Yueyue, it turns out you really don't love me anymore..."
Long Fuyue's heart felt as if it had been ripped out, and she could hardly breathe in pain. She trembled and hugged him tightly, her face pressed against his, but she could only feel a cold and wet feeling.
It was like being immersed in a bloody nightmare, seeing his blood gurgling out, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Brother Feather, Senior Brother Feather! I don't want you to die..." She called him over and over again, feeling that her whole heart seemed to be pierced, her whole body was convulsing, and she was speechless in pain. Her tears were like rolling beads, dripping
It fell on Feng Qianyu's face.
Feng Qianyu didn't look at her, but just looked up at the sky, smiling hollowly and strangely: "It turns out that it's all my fault, Fu Yue, I won't pester you anymore..." [
His body slowly became colder, his eyes slowly closed, and there was a sad smile at the corner of his mouth.
he died!
This fact made her collapse instantly!
I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't see anything, and my whole body seemed to explode.
What kind of mistake did she make?
With trembling lips, she lowered her head and kissed his lips that had become cold and thin.
My heart hurts so much that I almost faint, and the world is just falling apart.
"I love you, Senior Brother Feather. It turns out that I have always loved you..."
The piercing pain in her heart almost made her faint, and it was she who finally gave up on him...
Her eyes were like hollowed-out black holes, devoid of all life.
Slowly, she took out the sword given to her by Feng Qianyu. The cold light of the sword reflected her pale face.
"Senior Brother Feather, I'm here to accompany you...I won't let you be alone."
He turned the hilt of the sword over and stabbed himself in the heart...
There was a clang, her arm suddenly went numb, and the sword in her hand flew out.
She raised her eyes blankly and blankly, looking at Jiaro, who was dressed in white. She murmured: "Why? Why must someone die..."
Jia Ruo stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hug her: "Fu Yue, will you come with me?"