"Did you do this on purpose?"

"He's seeking death on purpose, and letting us attack on purpose—" Gu Xingmiao's heart was in great pain, as if it was falling down heavily.

Her sixth sense was right.

But the other party's deceptiveness made her unable to trust her intuition.

"My dear, it's not you who wants to kill me, but I don't want to live anymore." She said, her eyes looked horrible, but she was exceptionally gentle.

"Hey... don't worry, your companions are not dead... they are just unconscious..." She raised her hand, as if she wanted to gently touch Gu Xingmiao's palm and feel the warmth again.

"No one has ever been so kind to me. Everyone thinks ghost marriage is my fate."

"You are the first one who wanted to save me..."

"My husband and wife are different from other husbands and wives." Chunniang's face became even uglier, like a human skeleton that was gradually revealing itself, but the words she spoke were so gentle, and she didn't sound like a female ghost who was harming people.

"I've killed many people. I'm not a good person... You guys go away..."

"Out there, where else can I go? There's no place for women in this world... Can I, can I know your name?"

Her body became lighter and lighter, and the illusion around her became fainter and fainter, as if the illusion was about to disappear completely.

Gu Xingmiao didn't feel scared.

But my heart feels heavy and blocked.

"My name is Gu Xingmiao," she said.

She had never thought that experiencing something that might have happened in the past in the middle of a copy would make her feel so complicated and bitter, and she just tightened her grip a little.

"Miss Gu, thank you." She said softly, "Please also thank the other young lady and those two gentlemen for me. I'm so sorry..."

"Chun Niang is very happy to meet you."

I'm glad that there are still people in this world who can understand her.

When she couldn't tell who was her benefactor, her tears really fell.

Her name is Chunniang, not a chick, duck or puppy.

It is the spring of spring.

It is the spring that is born again with the spring breeze.

She was clearly going to die, but she had never felt so cheerful.

In the barren land, an extremely weak plant sprouted out, and there seemed to be water droplets hanging on its green leaves, like tears that had no time to fall.

She slowly closed her eyes, and the spring breeze passed through her scarred yet invisible body.