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If the beauty of Feng Chue is otherworldly, then the person before me can definitely live up to the description: astonishingly celestial, these four words. Even Hua Zhi, who was originally considered outstanding in the spring, couldn't help but lose some color in front of him. Looking at him, Ms. Chun's heart skipped a few beats involuntarily. Southern Emperor, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, although his complexion was somewhat sickly pale, his facial features were still elegant and handsome. The slender, elongated corners of his eyes and eyebrows exuded a noble and enigmatic air, and when he looked at the crowd, he carried the clarity and sharpness of an emperor. Dazzling and captivating, he made people dare not to look directly at him.
Heavens, this is the legendary most handsome man! How can someone be so good-looking, how can someone be so good-looking!
Southern Emperor glanced outside the door, then stopped at the figure of Chun Tian, looking her up and down.
After a while, he hoarsely asked in a cold voice, "Who was making noise just now?"
A sentence came out, and in the spring, I suddenly felt the heavy snow flying and freezing three feet deep: "It's so cold, another cold day."
Is he going to slaughter me as soon as we meet? Ms. Chun thought to herself, feeling guilty and avoiding eye contact. With no one around to answer Southern Emperor's question, Ms. Chun couldn't escape the anxiety, nervously scratching her head and cheeks.
The icy cold light above seemed to pierce through the body, making one feel chilled to the bone even with a head in between.
Ms. Chun muttered to herself for comfort, "He can't see me, he can't see me," when suddenly her wrist started to ache. Southern Emperor grabbed her pulse and forcefully pulled her into the room, then tightly closed the door.
"Where did you get this bracelet?" Southern Emperor no longer sounded calm, but rather excited and stern.
Chun looked at the Red bracelet on her wrist, a bright red bracelet with a layer of red mist swirling inside. She had woken up with it after detoxing, and couldn't take it off. When she had asked Feng Chue about the origin of the bracelet, he had simply told her it was taken from a dead person and didn't say much more.
Spring now regrets not getting to the bottom of things. "This bracelet was given to me by someone else," Spring said honestly. It's strange that he's not afraid of being held like this. The trembling feeling from earlier has disappeared, and when he gets closer, there's a sense of familiarity. His presence seems to have been settled in the depths of memory, awakening all the dormant taste buds and senses with a single touch. Southern Emperor pressed on step by step, "Who gave it to you?"
"I don't know who it is, I only know she's dead."
The hand that was holding her pulse trembled slightly, and Southern Emperor turned around and released her hand in despair, swaying and almost falling. Ms. Chun tried to support him, but he pushed her away.
Spring saw that Southern Emperor seemed to be enduring immense pain, and his tall and straight figure collapsed at the moment he heard "she's dead." He murmured with his back to her, "Xifu, so it's all true, you said you wouldn't leave, why did you still go, why..."
Even though this was their first meeting, for some unknown reason in spring, she found his back so familiar. It was as if they had known each other for several lifetimes. This familiarity shocked her and made her feel a pang in her heart as she looked at him. However, there was no peace wherever she appeared. Before she could finish reflecting on fate, she saw Southern Emperor suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, staining a large area on the front of his clothes.
Ms. Chun I'm about to burst into tears. Oh my goodness, my ancestors, you really know how to pick the perfect time to vomit...
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