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What could he do? He couldn't do without her.

For a moment, he felt as if his breathing was in pain. It was so painful that he wished he could die immediately in order to free himself from this pain.

As the merciless wind blew past, a teardrop fell from the corner of his eyes. No one could see what kind of face was there under the mask.

"Your Majesty, please grieve."

When the guard saw that he was in pain, he hurriedly tried to comfort him, but he suddenly turned his head. No, he wouldn't believe it. Unless he saw a corpse, he wouldn't believe it.

"Go and search. Let me see what's below. Don't come back if you can't find it."

On one hand, he hoped that he could not find her. If that was the case, he could still deceive himself that she was still alive, but that she had been saved. On the other hand, he also wished to find her.

"My lord, there is an urgent military report."

Murong Yu painfully closed his eyes, "Hand it over."