Fleeting years without recourse

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'Don't be angry, I apologize, you see A Liang, I don't bother you. After finishing speaking, Wang Zhaojun patted Daji on the shoulder and walked out.

It was already late at night outside the house, and under the dark night, due to the bright moon, the naked eyes could see a little frost and snow hanging on the pines and cypresses not far away. Wang Zhaojun looked up at the moon, and winter was coming.

Daji in the room looked at Zhang Liang who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He had changed a lot in five years, his always radiant appearance had now become dull, and his milky white curly hair had become haggard. Zhang Liang's complexion was very close to The grayness of death, Daji gently held his left hand and spread out her palm. She gently closed her dark red eyes, and opened them again to reveal a pair of golden pupils. The short one in Zhang Liang's palm was about to disappear. The thin golden lines are slowly fading away.

He cannot die.

The words have not yet been uttered, but they have already surfaced in her heart. It is too cheap for him to die like this. Jiang Ziya's people have hurt her many relatives, lovers and clansmen. Now that she finally has the strength, she naturally wants revenge.

The golden light flashed like tassels. Wang Zhaojun stared at the pines and cypresses outside the house and blew a cold wind for a long time. Then he knocked on the door and returned to the house. When he opened the door, he saw the empty room. She froze for a moment, then looked at Haoyue outside the house , Xiao Yu came out from behind the tree, looked at Wang Zhaojun with a pitiful and questioning look, Wang Zhaojun shook his head slightly at her, and Xiao Yu's lips that had been biting tightly tightened even more.

'Winter is approaching, and the plum blossoms in my hometown should bloom. '