However, the real pain was not because she had fallen in love with others, but because she regretted giving up for power. It was not until now that he knew deeply that the real pain was to realize it, to force himself to do it with a smile, and to take this kind of bitter fruit as a kind of delicious bitter meal, to praise its sweetness while eating it!
He took a jar of wine and leaned against the corner to slowly drink it. After a few sips, he coughed and choked again. He reached out to wipe the wine at his mouth. The wine stains on his clothes were very deep, little by little...
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He reached out to wipe it, but he couldn't wipe it clean.
Suddenly, he saw that his clothes were wet again. As soon as he reached out his hand, he felt a chill on the back of his hand.
