His ears fell silent like an explosion, his eyes were red, and his face was full of disbelief.
Lin Shengchuan looked at him like this, and although his heart was sad, the only sound in the huge room was his breathing.
We all tore open the layer of bloody scars and sprinkled salt on each other's wounds unscrupulously.
After a while, Shen Yanchen's hands were trembling. He wanted to lift up the white cloth in front of him, but he was afraid that what was covered underneath was the body of his little girl.
"Ah-" Shen Yanchen ran away like crazy. He huddled in the corner, with fear in his eyes. He murmured in a low voice: "That's not Amu, not Amu..."
Lin Shengchuan looked at this scene and didn't know whether to be happy or sad for Ji Qingmu.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
