Women Wear Men's Prince Yi Le

In the 16th year of Jingshun, during the time of Hai, Wang Yile of Anping was assassinated in the palace, and his life and death were unknown.

In 24, at eleven o'clock at night, in an old-fashioned elevator apartment, the sensitive voice-activated lights on the sixth floor of Building [-] came on. The sound came from a woman who was twisting the doorknob repeatedly.

After a while, the woman stepped out the door. She was wearing gray velvet pajamas and a pair of cartoon slippers. Her hair was fluffy and messy. What was even more surprising was that the woman was wearing a gray blindfold on her eyes.After opening the door, the woman entered the elevator skillfully without any hesitation, and naturally tapped 9 with her fingertips, which is the highest floor of this apartment building.

She walked towards the roof step by step, the wind brushed her eyebrows and hair, her thin body seemed to be blown away, suddenly she spread her arms, with a faint smile on her mouth, as if she was going Doing a dream of traveling the sky.

The bang sound seemed too abrupt at the moment, and the first neighbor who found it panicked and shouted downstairs: "Come on!" Driven downstairs, people saw a curled up woman through the dim yellow streetlights, to be precise, it was a corpse that had not yet faded from the residual heat.The crowd is getting more and more gathered, and property personnel, ambulance personnel, and police officers have arrived one after another.Most of them lamented that such a young life ended so hastily.

Her name is Fang Yile, and her parents hoped that her life would be simple and happy, so they chose this name.But her parents died in an air crash when she was 16 years old. The original warm family turned sour on that day.

A solitary soul stood in the distance watching what was happening. After a simple physical examination, the doctor put the body into a cold body bag. news.The corners of his pale mouth suddenly lifted, Fang Yile thought to himself: It's pretty cool to sleepwalk to death.

The mist of the night couldn't block the glow of the day, she woke up with a little snort, it turned out to be a dream.There was no rejoicing in this sound, her life had long since lost its color, if it was true, she thought it would be good.

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