But what will happen if this is not the choice Hua Cong wants?
Xiaolan touched the cool glass and seemed to feel the coldness of life in the flowers.
Day after day, would it be happy to be able to only look at the flowers from a distance and see them all come back again?
Do you want to stay the way you are now forever, or do you want to end it all?
If you were a flower...
Xiaolan tightened her fingers slightly and raised her head to look upward.
"I'm sorry, Hua Cong."
Raising his palm, the glass in his hand drew an arc in mid-air and then rushed straight to the ground. The fragile glass fell heavily to the ground and turned into shimmering fragments on the ground.
If you can't forget, then let me help you forget.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Xiaolan waved all the glass on the table, and the fragments flew everywhere, reflecting colorful light and shadow.
In the light and shadow, classmates, relatives, Ren Chong, and even Hua Cong himself became fragmented with the collapse of Liuli.
Pain not only traps the living, but also the dead.
Xiaolan stood among the flying debris. The dust and debris made it difficult for her to discern her direction.
But this is the only way to save the dead flowers.
From a distance, there seemed to be a burst of laughter.
"hahahahahahahahahaha……"
It was a laughter of despair and relief, a laughter of morbidity but sadness.
Xiaolan didn't stop, he started destroying it from left to right, raised his foot and kicked towards the colored glaze placed in the corner. After a while, most of the colored glaze in the room had been destroyed.
Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at the glazed screen erected in the center of the room.
Huazhi's face is looming.
"The Boundary Monument of Life and Death" Chapter 70 Broken
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