This is love.
"If he's dead, then he's dead. Can't you just look for him again? You want to die together? is there something wrong with you?" Nangong ru said with a smile. However, he didn't notice the uncertainty in her voice. He had loved many people, but none of them had left a ripple in his heart. He had even killed many of his loved ones.
Could it be that all that he had done in the past was not true love?
Was what Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue were doing true love?
Relying on each other in life and death, never leaving, giving everything, was this true love?
Nangong ruxiao suddenly stood up and shook his head. 'No, no, I gave those women the best things in the world, and they all loved me so deeply. I also loved them so, so much ... Why is this not love? why is it not love ...'