The young man's delicate pupils were a little dazed. He blinked slowly and felt that there was a moment of trance in front of him.
His face was pale, and his blood-stained lips were strangely red.
The words " she doesn't want to " echoed in his mind over and over again.
It was like self-torture.
Shen Qingyu bent down uncontrollably, her slender and white hands covering her heart. Her mind was filled with pain.
His head was heavy.
Her vision gradually blurred, and finally ... The whole world was in darkness.
The young man's slender figure slowly fell to the ground. His fingertips hung limply and his lips were stained with blood.
It was a shocking scene.
..
The Emperor was shocked. He glared at Chen Qingyu in the cell and ordered with a dark face, ""Imperial physician Xuan, can you check if Chen Qingyu is dead?"
With that, the Emperor snorted and left.
