Chapter 1957
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All days are nights to see till I see them,
and nights bright days when derams do show them me
all days are nights to see till I see you,
all night is day.
In my dream,
you appear in front of me.
……
She is like a traveler looking for light in the storm, and looking for redemption in the nightmare.
She struggled to wake up from the nightmare and not to let herself hear the voice from the depths of her soul.
How mean ah, in the clear know that everything is hypocritical after the false, still constantly miss his voice.
She should spit on herself, and the most hateful person is herself. Tang Chong died for her, but she was thinking of the man who sent her to hell.
What is love?
She collapsed on the bed, dim eyes looking out of the window, ear is a man's gentle voice.
She once thought that she would remember these poems all her life.
But now, she just wants to gouge out her own memory and leave nothing about him.
If there is love in this world,
it will never happen to her.
She floats in the darkness of the night, and no one will take her out.
She curled up and sobbed with fear. Her fingers pressed on her abdomen, as if touching the tiny life from that thin skin.
Tang Tang, you said that I should love it and take it away from here.
but I can't even protect myself. How can I protect others?
You died of no value, and I survived, is not worth dying.
*
she slept in a daze all afternoon until Gong Heng opened the door and came in and picked her up from the bed.
It was getting dark and the hall was full of light.
Xia jingnian came to probe her forehead and said, "I have a fever."
"It's strange that she didn't have a fever after soaking in water all night." Make complaints about what the palace is like.
Don was sitting on the sofa, leaning over the blanket.
Gong Heng and Xia jingnian are sitting opposite her. They seem to have reached some consensus in an afternoon's discussion. Their looks are calm and uncontrollable.
It must be a terrible punishment, terrible enough to eliminate all her attempts to escape, let her spiritual destruction, willing to stay on this island, until they were bored and abandoned.
She didn't know what expression to make, wanted to cry, wanted to laugh, didn't know the meaning of her life. But you can't die. Someone lost her life for her. If she died like this, how could she be worthy of Tang Tang, who threw her head and shed blood on her.
If only that shot had hit her.
She doesn't have to face any more choices.
She looked at them in a trance and asked softly, "what do you want?"
Why does she have to?
So many women, why not let her alone.
"I already have children, you let me go, this is my only child, I want to give birth to it, it is really important to me."
"Let me get out of here. I won't say anything. Please, let me go. "
……
The two men sat and listened.
There was not even a trace of movement on his face.
It was as if her plea, to them, was just a meaningless murmur.
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……
All days are nights to see till I see them,
and nights bright days when derams do show them me
all days are nights to see till I see you,
all night is day.
In my dream,
you appear in front of me.
……
She is like a traveler looking for light in the storm, and looking for redemption in the nightmare.
She struggled to wake up from the nightmare and not to let herself hear the voice from the depths of her soul.
How mean ah, in the clear know that everything is hypocritical after the false, still constantly miss his voice.
She should spit on herself, and the most hateful person is herself. Tang Chong died for her, but she was thinking of the man who sent her to hell.
What is love?
She collapsed on the bed, dim eyes looking out of the window, ear is a man's gentle voice.
She once thought that she would remember these poems all her life.
But now, she just wants to gouge out her own memory and leave nothing about him.
If there is love in this world,
it will never happen to her.
She floats in the darkness of the night, and no one will take her out.
She curled up and sobbed with fear. Her fingers pressed on her abdomen, as if touching the tiny life from that thin skin.
Tang Tang, you said that I should love it and take it away from here.
but I can't even protect myself. How can I protect others?
You died of no value, and I survived, is not worth dying.
*
she slept in a daze all afternoon until Gong Heng opened the door and came in and picked her up from the bed.
It was getting dark and the hall was full of light.
Xia jingnian came to probe her forehead and said, "I have a fever."
"It's strange that she didn't have a fever after soaking in water all night." Make complaints about what the palace is like.
Don was sitting on the sofa, leaning over the blanket.
Gong Heng and Xia jingnian are sitting opposite her. They seem to have reached some consensus in an afternoon's discussion. Their looks are calm and uncontrollable.
It must be a terrible punishment, terrible enough to eliminate all her attempts to escape, let her spiritual destruction, willing to stay on this island, until they were bored and abandoned.
She didn't know what expression to make, wanted to cry, wanted to laugh, didn't know the meaning of her life. But you can't die. Someone lost her life for her. If she died like this, how could she be worthy of Tang Tang, who threw her head and shed blood on her.
If only that shot had hit her.
She doesn't have to face any more choices.
She looked at them in a trance and asked softly, "what do you want?"
Why does she have to?
So many women, why not let her alone.
"I already have children, you let me go, this is my only child, I want to give birth to it, it is really important to me."
"Let me get out of here. I won't say anything. Please, let me go. "
……
The two men sat and listened.
There was not even a trace of movement on his face.
It was as if her plea, to them, was just a meaningless murmur.
All days are nights to see till I see them, and nights bright days when derams do show them me all days are nights to see till I see you, all night is day. In my dream, you appear in front of me. She is like a traveler looking for light in the storm, and looking for redemption in the nightmare. She struggled to wake up from the nightmare and not to let herself hear the voice from the depths of her soul. How mean ah, in the clear know that everything is hypocritical after the false, still constantly miss his voice. She should spit on herself, and the most hateful person is herself. Tang Chong died for her, but she was thinking of the man who sent her to hell. What is love? She collapsed on the bed, dim eyes looking out of the window, ear is a man's gentle voice. She once thought that she would remember these poems all her life. But now, she just wants to gouge out her own memory and leave nothing about him. If there is love in this world, it will never happen to her. She floats in the darkness of the night, and no one will take her out. She curled up and sobbed with fear. Her fingers pressed on her abdomen, as if touching the tiny life from that thin skin. Tang Tang, you said that I should love it and take it away from here. but I can't even protect myself. How can I protect others? You died of no value, and I survived, is not worth dying. *she slept in a daze all afternoon until Gong Heng opened the door and came in and picked her up from the bed. It was getting dark and the hall was full of light. Xia jingnian came to probe her forehead and said, "I have a fever." "It's strange that she didn't have a fever after soaking in water all night." Make complaints about what the palace is like. Don was sitting on the sofa, leaning over the blanket. Gong Heng and Xia jingnian are sitting opposite her. They seem to have reached some consensus in an afternoon's discussion. Their looks are calm and uncontrollable. It must be a terrible punishment, terrible enough to eliminate all her attempts to escape, let her spiritual destruction, willing to stay on this island, until they were bored and abandoned. She didn't know what expression to make, wanted to cry, wanted to laugh, didn't know the meaning of her life. But you can't die. Someone lost her life for her. If she died like this, how could she be worthy of Tang Tang, who threw her head and shed blood on her. If only that shot had hit her. She doesn't have to face any more choices. She looked at them in a trance and asked softly, "what do you want?" Why does she have to? So many women, why not let her alone. "I already have children, you let me go, this is my only child, I want to give birth to it, it is really important to me." "Let me get out of here. I won't say anything. Please, let me go. " The two men sat and listened. There was not even a trace of movement on his face. It was as if her plea, to them, was just a meaningless murmur.
