The fingertips were slightly cool and touched the skin of the human body next to them.
Chu Ci turned her head and looked around. Lying next to her, she looked very much like Chu Xun, her brother in his youth.
Is she, really, dead?
I met my younger brother who had been dead for five years.
That night, Chu Ci gently stroked the long scar on Chu Xun's face and shed tears.
No one can bully Chu Xun so wantonly, unless they step over her body.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
