Deep in the dusk clouds, the moon breaks through the dusk.

The spring dusk is truly charming.

Inside the palace, there is a large palace-like building with golden glazed tiles shining dazzlingly in the sun. This is the emperor's sleeping quarters - Longxuan Hall.

The two lifelike flying dragons on the eaves of Longxuan Hall, with golden scales and golden armor, are vividly alive, as if they want to fly into the sky. They are so majestic and show the supremacy of imperial power!

At dusk, the setting sun casts a hazy veil on the high wall, making the splendid palace a little more peaceful.

In the Longxuan Hall, on a large sandalwood bed carved with dragons, a beautiful woman lay.

Her face was as calm as water.

Her long satin hair lay flat on the bed, and her face was a little pale, but she still couldn't hide her fairy-like appearance.

A man with a slender and straight figure, and deep and handsome facial features, combined together to be extremely handsome, it is hard to imagine that there is someone with such an appearance in the world.

There was a hint of sadness on his handsome face, and his big hand wrapped the woman's catkin on the bed, gently stroking it.

"Your Majesty..." An imperial doctor came in and bowed to Long Haoran.

"Let's start!" Long Haoran signaled.

The imperial doctor took the woman's pulse. After a while, he turned around, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, your Majesty's pulse has gradually stabilized. If nothing happens, she will wake up in the next two days."

Long Haoran stared at the peaceful sleeping face, stretched out his hand to touch her pale face, "I don't want to hear any surprises, let's go down first!"

"Yes, Wei Chen resigns!"

Long Haoran watched the imperial doctor go out, and with a wave of his hand, he asked the palace attendants and others to go out. Only Long Haoran and the woman were left in the entire inner hall.

He took off his shoes, changed his clothes, got on the bed, lay next to the woman, and traced her slender eyebrows with his hands.

Her delicate nose, her pink but waxy lips... His eyes when he looked at her were full of nostalgia and tenderness.

"Yiyi, haven't you slept enough? I'm still waiting for you to wake up!"

His lips gently pressed against her smooth forehead, leaving a shallow kiss with soft eyes.

That day, He Lanyi committed suicide by cutting her wrists, staining her clothes with blood, dripping on the floor, and scalding Long Haoran's fiery heart. However, he could not fulfill her wish in the end.

Xiaoran can die, but she can't!

Time flies by with the breeze, the sun has set and night has come.

The spring night is slowly coming, gradually engulfing the whole world, but the hazy moonlight is particularly soft, "the deeper the moon is, the more the moon is at night, the dipper is slanting in the north and south."

When the new moon rises on this spring night, the softness of the spring night is like soft blue silk, touching the softest corner deep in people's hearts, which is called - emotional!

Long Haoran reached out and put his arms around He Lanyi's waist, letting her lean on his chest. He was willing to embrace her like this for the rest of his life.

"Baby, continue to sleep. I hope you will gradually open your beautiful eyes together with the sun tomorrow. When you wake up, I will give you a new love and a new life. From now on, you will be

I, Long Haoran, am Yiyi alone."

With a happy smile on his lips, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep with her in his arms.

When the sun rises again, whose life has been rewritten?

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Chapter completed!