On the day Wei Zhang left Jinling, it was drizzling in the sky, fine and dense.

is no longer the daughter of the first minister, but Wei Wei after the traitorous minister, wearing a white dress, Yiren is thin but does not lose her beauty.

She stopped Wei Zhang's carriage, her eyes were astringent, and dry words spat out between her lips, "...... Are you leaving? ”

"Yes." The fine rain stained the young man's plain robe, but he was still as handsome as ever, and there was no hatred in his eyes when he saw him again, only indifference, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, as if he thought of some beautiful scene, "I have to go back to Jiangnan, I don't belong here after all." ”

"So, will you come back?"

"Not anymore. Will never come back. ”

“…… Is there really nothing to be attached to here? ”

Wei Yu stared nervously into his eyes.

Wei Zhang fell silent.

"Okay, I got it." She suddenly laughed to herself and whispered, "You can go." ”

Wei Zhang glanced at her, got into the carriage, and said, "Take care." ”

When his figure was about to disappear in front of him, Wei Yu finally couldn't hold back, clenched her fists, and shouted: "Wei Zhang-"

Wei Zhang looked back.

What he saw was a woman standing in the rain, her long hair wet against her cheeks, looking slightly embarrassed.

Wei Wei swallowed her saliva, her voice was hoarse and dry, and she said with difficulty word by word:

"I know that it was my father who killed your sweetheart, although he is a good father, but he is a traitor in the eyes of the world, you are loyal to the saint, do all this, I should hate you and resent you, but I am not qualified to do this."

"Wei Zhang, so far, whether I hate you or love you, we have reached the end of our rope. But even if I, Wei Yu, die, I must die clearly. ”

"I'm just going to ask you one thing, please tell me the truth—"

Speaking of this, she paused and looked into the eyes of her husband, who was once in love, and now the man who was about to become a stranger.

"Have you ever had a moment...... Loved me? ”

Long.

When Wei Yu thought that she might not be able to get an answer in her life, a light but ruthless voice could no longer reach her ears clearly through the gradually growing rain curtain.

"No, I didn't."

He sighed, his voice dissipating into the wind.

"Auntie, forget about me, find a man who treats you sincerely."

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[The update was completed on February 21, 2019, and the monthly pass and recommended votes were voted for ~ come on ~ pretentious~]

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