Fu Hange saw her blood flow with her own eyes; it was the first time she had ever killed someone, and it happened in her dream.
Fu Hange's eyes were glazed over, her chest still heaving with heavy breathing. Xi Xi lay beside Fu Hange's neck, trembling and coughing up blood.
What a beautiful woman, killed by Fu Hange, but she doesn't regret it, because she feels that Xi Xi didn't love Shi Qi enough. If she truly loved him, she wouldn't have chosen to separate him from A Zi. Even if she didn't love A Zi, she should have thought about his future.
The moment she pulled out the dagger, Fu Hange finally collapsed to the ground.
She looked at Xi Xi, that charming woman, who was lying in a sorry state right in front of her, awaiting death. Even on the verge of despair, she didn't forget to point at Fu Hange and say, "You'll get your retribution..."
"Would you?" Fu Hange sneered.
Who has she ever been afraid of? Even if there really is retribution, let it come. In the end, it's all just a dream anyway.
She wanted Azi to see the woman in front of her more clearly, to understand why Shi Qi had fallen in love with her. How could a woman of such a weak status have made Shi Qi so infatuated with her if she hadn't resorted to some unnecessary means?
The play finally came to an end. Fu Hange threw away the dagger in her hand and looked at the western mountains where the sun was about to set. She felt a sense of relief.
She thought that Ah Zi had loved for so many years and struggled for so many years, she should be able to let go by now.
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As the sun sets for the last time, Fu Hange is once again transported back to the scene where she first met A Zi.
Why is she here? Fu Hange thought, perhaps this place is too secluded, and no one is looking for her, so A Zi has built a fortress in her heart, which is her protective coloration.
The day Fu Hange arrived, the fortress collapsed.
It's just that it's been fixed now.
Fu Hange slowly approached Azi. Just like when Fu Hange first met her, Azi was asleep leaning against the plank of the wooden house. She was really, really beautiful. So beautiful that if Fu Hange used flowery words to describe her, it would only diminish her beauty.
Fu Hange walked over and gently patted Azi's back: "Azi..."
Azi was startled awake and recognized Fu Hange at a glance. She quickly grabbed Fu Hange's hand and said, "You're here! I was just about to say I'd take you to the palace."
Fu Hange interrupted her: "Azi...stop deceiving yourself, okay?"
Azi paused, her face turning deathly pale.
"He doesn't love you, that's a fact."
Azi's face froze, and she didn't say a word, but the hand she was holding in Fu Hange's gradually grew cold.
"This is a dream, you have to wake up."
Upon hearing this, Azi shoved Fu Hange away, covered her ears, and ran around frantically, shouting, "No, this isn't a dream! This is the life I want! I don't want to wake up! No!"
Fu Hange grabbed her hand and hugged Azi tightly, saying, "Wake up, this is a dream, it's not real..."
"Then what is real?"
"When you wake up, everything will be real."
But she didn't want to wake up.
Azi suddenly pushed Fu Hange away, then thought of Shi Qi and murmured to herself, "You don't know, I'm a timid person. He taught me a lot, so he's my faith, do you understand?"
“I understand, that’s why I’m taking you out.”
Suddenly, Azi burst into tears, her voice hoarse: "No, I would rather never wake up from this dream, at least this dream is full of warmth, I don't want to face the cold reality."
"But you can't keep running away like this."
“But if I don’t run away, what other path do I have to choose? I gave him the best of everything, and now I’m just a laughingstock…” Azi suddenly looked up at the sky and howled.
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