He held the lamp in his hand and approached her face. As always, her dark eyebrows, pale red lips, and fair, jade-like face were only stained with traces of blood——
She was tied to the rack, trembling all over, with all kinds of invisible scars, shivering under the tattered dress——
"If you don't tell me why you suddenly appeared there, who you are, and where you come from - just keep going like this."
"Who are you?"
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He has always been afraid that his smart and lovely 5-year-old son will ask him where his mother is...
Just as she came, she left as mysteriously as she came...
A companion volume to "Yuan Sorrow (Ancient Edition)";
"Xiaoye! Xiaoye!" In the haze, she kept hearing someone calling her.
She woke up suddenly and looked at the empty and dark room, she was the only one.
Who is it that has been calling her?