She kept struggling, but he held her tighter and tighter.
"Wushuang, don't reject me. I just want to hold you, just want to hold you like this..." The anxious youth kept talking by her ear, but she couldn't listen to anything, only knew to struggle.
Her clothes were accidentally torn, her lips accidentally bitten.
Wushuang's face was full of tears.
"Brother, you can't, you're my brother... You're the brother I love the most..."
Suddenly, the boy on her stopped moving.
Wushuang pushed him away with effort and rushed out of the room, but didn't notice his trembling body.
She only knew to run, run out of the castle, her first thought was to find Ouyang Che.
She didn't know that her brother, Xuanyuan Wuyou, lay on the bed, crying for a whole night.
Wushuang, I'm sorry, I just wanted to say what's in my heart before dying... sorry... sorry...
When Ouyang Che walked into the castle, Xuanyuan Wuyou was wearing a white shirt, sitting on the sofa, indifferently drinking tea.
