Shen Weihuan pointed at her like a blade. In Yan Qinghuan eyes of disbelief, a blade struck her neck.
The darkness in front of her eyes suddenly fell. Before she lost consciousness, she could vaguely see Shen Weihuan mouth opening and closing. A subtle voice reached her ears. It was an ancient three-word apology, but no one had ever truly forgiven it.
"I' m sorry... I' m sorry..."
The feelings in his eyes were sincere, but before they were returned, how would you want me to forgive your betrayal! On the day of the wedding, all sorts of things surged into Yan Qinghuan mind. Yan Qinghuan suddenly realized that if it wasn' t for the recurrence of Shen Weihuan old illness that had delayed her, if it wasn' t for the fact that Wu Hen happened to disappear, the great fire in the Evergreen Pala
