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Flowers Drunk Fill the Hall

In the beginning, he said, "A lowly commoner from Jiangning County? What a disgraceful status, I won't marry her!" After meeting her, he clicked his tongue, "So frail and delicate, she can't stand a blow, too weak, I refuse!" When she approached him alone, carrying the marriage book, he stood leaning on the door, grinning insolently, "Are you here to make me marry you? But this young master doesn’t want to marry young!" Upon learning she was there to annul their marriage, his face turned dark as a thunderstorm, emanating a murderous aura, "Who gave you the guts to revoke the marriage with this young master?" ... Su Rong felt, Duanhua Princess must be blind, this man was so pampered and spoiled, how was he worth dying or living for? If she had known earlier, she would have thrown the divorce letter at his face the first time she saw him. ————————————— The tender signs of spring on the delicate Hibiscus pillow, amidst the drunken flowers filling the room, unnoticed. — Su Rong. A gallant young man in fine clothes and on a steed, a single glance causes a lifetime of confusion. — Zhou Gu Your wish is my wish. I wish to have known you earlier, protect you among the aromatic chambers strewn with brocades. Tear through the illusions, cut down the thorns, with hands unstained by blood, just as pure as you were when we first met, the young and soft little girl. Your wish is my wish. I wish I had known you sooner when you were like a refreshing breeze near the moon. I dared not approach for fear of disturbing the phoenix and mandarin ducks. Praying to be the moon in the sky to cast a reflection on you, accompany you while you watch the flowers bloom in the spring and gaze at the snow in winter, each and every year at Chang'an.

Xiziqing · Historia
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Chapter 881: Suicide (Grand Finale Part Thirteen)

"Will you commit suicide, or shall I kill you with my own hands?"

Qin Luan stared at Zhou Gu, his words toward someone he was obsessively fond of were cold, silent, and ruthless, "No one will come to save you, and you cannot escape the palm of my hand. If you feel angry or resentful, blame your own misfortune! Who asked you to encounter me?"

Zhou Gu was filled with hatred to the point of death, "I am indeed unlucky."

He looked at Qin Luan with icy disdain, "Even in death, I would not be with you. Even if you kill me, someone will take my remains back and turn you to dust."

He regretted not realizing sooner how mad this woman was, actually talking crazy about wanting to die with him. Living for so long, he didn't know that there were such women in the world, rebelling against Nanchu just to drag him to die with her, truly mad to the core, mad without sense.

He scoffed coldly, "Even on Yellow Spring Road, don't even think of walking beside me."