The sweetness he shared with Shu qingwu, the love they shared, and everything they had experienced in the war, han yichu had seen and felt it all in his dreams.
In the end, those deep feelings still ended in the flames of war.
He remembered her last words.
He also remembered what she meant by those strange words.
Han yichu was startled."Qingwu ..."
He shouted, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.
He finally understood what was wrong. It was qingwu. That's right, it was his wife qingwu. Huang qingwu was Shu qingwu.
"Ah!" Han yichu screamed. When she came back to her senses, her heart was in great pain, as if needles were stabbing every part of her heart.
In this chaotic world, they couldn't enjoy the last moment. In this life, he wanted to continue the love of the past.
Han yichu started to look for Huang qingwu after she recovered from her shock.
However, when he turned around, Huang qingwu was not on the bed.
