In the quiet room, Feng Jin, who had already returned to the room to rest a long time ago, did not lie on the embroidered bed, but sat by the window, with the moonlight coming in and shining on the snow-white pipa in her arms.
She gently hugged her lover and stroked the pipa, whispering: “I have to give him a baby.”
Whether it is a boy or a girl, after she dies, she must leave something to prince Su so that he can live, and give him back what the host owes him.
She will get married soon, and she will not sleep alone in the future.
The pipa in his arms is quiet and silent, and the snow-white body of the piano is reflected by the moonlight, reflecting a strange and moving light. Feng Jin hugged Pipa and rubbed her small face on the Pipa twice, her eyebrows were still light and sad, her eyes were always affectionate, and she seemed to cry soon, even though she had forgotten. Chuan was still entangled by the emotions there and never forgot.
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