In the depths of Xie Yuqing's heart, she wanted to make it up to Yan Shuanghua and give her the best.
"Shuanghua, I'll do what I've said to you before. I'll go with you wherever you want to go. I'll prepare anything you like for you, okay?
Don't leave me, stay with me, okay?"
Xie Yuqing's voice was so low and gentle, even with a trace of caution.
However, when Yan Shuanghua looked at the clothes and accessories, she seemed to have been provoked.
"Take it away, take it away ... I don't want to see this, I don't want to see this ..."
Yan Shuanghua looked at these and thought of the day when Xie Yuqing married the princess.
The red color reminded her of the blood of the Yan people on the ground. The bright red color was blinding.
There was also her bewitching heart bird, a chaotic heart piercing arrow.
"Ah ..."
The bitterness and pain that she had suppressed in the bottom of her heart were suddenly dug out.
