Dian Qiangqiang's pupils dilated and stared at her hands strangely. Now she was stroking the prince's face! This really killed her!
The prince's black eyes flashed, and his hand pressed on the temple's clanging arm. Just as he tried to open his mouth, he was hit by a small stone at the bend of his leg and half knelt on the ground.
The temple's sonorous hand was still on the prince's face, and naturally he was pulled to squat down.
Blood is bubbling up, and the prince's life is fading away. But there is no sadness on his face, instead, he is relieved to be reborn.
"Qiang Qiang, I didn't expect to see you again