Huang qingwu looked around in her dream and saw many silhouettes of the People's Republic of China. It did not seem like a dream, but more like what she had experienced in real life.
She also felt the love and affection in her dream, as if she was in a relationship.
Love in the midst of war and smoke was always touching, but it also had a trace of poignance.
Later on, when that man died for her, Huang qingwu felt the pain and hurt again.
Perhaps the impact of the pain was too strong, but she heard her cry.
"No, yichu, don't ... Don't leave me, don't ..." She said.
"Wu 'er ... I'm sorry ... I can't protect ... You anymore ... You ... You ... Don't cry ... My heart aches ..."
"No, yichu, don't scare me. Don't ... You said that you would always protect me. How can you leave me behind ..."
"Wu 'er, forget about me. You're fine ..."
"No, yichu, don't leave me. What will I do if you leave me? how can you do that?"
"If there's a next life, a next life ..."
