In fact, Yi Chenli was already deeply poisoned, and An Yuan'er had already considered the worst possible outcome at that time.
She never imagined that when that day actually came, she would feel this way.
It was as if the whole world had turned gray, and she suddenly felt that her rebirth was a huge mistake.
Before I knew it, tears were already streaming down my cheeks.
An Yuan'er murmured to herself, "Why did I faint? I didn't even get to see him one last time. I drank Meng Po's soup on the road to the underworld, and I no longer remember anything from my past life. In the next life, will he not be able to find me?"
After holding it in for so long, An Yuan'er finally let out a loud, unrestrained cry. Her crying was suppressed and painful, hurting her heart and body, but even as she cried like this, there was a hole in her heart, empty and unfillable.
If crying can't even help you release your emotions, then it's truly the most useless thing.
That boy was the person she liked the most during her youth, and even more so, the person An Yuan'er liked the most in her life.
The cruelest thing in the world is not that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can only meet once a year on Qixi Festival. It is that they are separated by heaven and earth forever, never to meet again.
Some regrets can never be made up for.
For example: An Yuan'er can no longer be someone's most beautiful bride.
For example, she could no longer wait for Yi Chenli to completely get rid of his wheelchair and carry her all over the world.
Her peerless hero quietly perished in the sixteenth year of the Tiansheng Kingdom, wounded while saving her and dying because of her.
And she was powerless to do anything about it. In fact, he didn't even see her in the last moments of his life.
Guoguo stayed by An Yuan'er's side, crying with her until they were both exhausted from crying.
An Yuan'er locked herself in her room for a whole day and night.
She didn't see anyone; she was simply lost in her own memories.
She started when she was five years old, and now she is thirteen.
Time flies like the wind. Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. These are eight years with Yi Chenli, eight years belonging to An Yuan'er and Yi Chenli.
It's a story about a proud and arrogant boy and a spoiled girl. The spoiled girl finally won the heart of the proud and arrogant boy with candy, and said she wanted to be his friend, a friend for life.
He did it. But his life was far too short.
An Yuan'er peeled open a candy and put it in her mouth. It should have been full of sweetness, but An Yuan'er tasted a faint bitterness in the sweetness.
She finally understood what Yi Chenli had said before: if sugar can relieve bitterness, then bitterness is no longer bitterness.
An Yuan'er was thirteen years old, the perfect age to wait for the man she loved to propose to her. But An Yuan'er knew that the boy would never come again.
The boy took her heart and went to heaven with her.
That entire night, An Yuan'er closed her eyes, waiting for the boy to enter her dreams. Unfortunately, she had no dreams that night.
Until dawn.
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Today is the seventh day after the death of the Sixth Prince, and also the day of his funeral.
Emperor Tiansheng has never been a good father, and even in this disaster relief effort, choosing Yi Chenli was not his original intention.
He never expected that during a disaster relief effort, his disabled son would so quickly win over the hearts of a large number of disaster victims.
Although Yi Chenli died, he left behind a spark of life for the disaster victims.
First achievement: He discovered the sweet potato, a substitute for grain. Yi Chenli had already written down the planting methods for the sweet potato in advance, and its large-scale planting greatly increased grain production.
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