"Do you know how long you've been sleeping?" A cold male voice sounded after three hours of silence.
Meng Hanchen still didn't move.
She was almost crazy looking at the sky outside!
That comfortable blue color hangs proudly above everyone's heads. You can see it, but you must look up. To get it is wishful thinking.
Tong Fei, why don't you understand? How can you grasp this vast sky!
Ye Yan's eyes, as cold as night, flashed, "Tong Fei. She is dead! Now she is a jar of ashes." The person on the bed finally shook slightly.
"Hanchen, where do you want to put Tong Fei's ashes? Or... Do you want me to handle it?"
Afterwards, Ye Yan thought she would speak.
But the person on the bed never spoke or even glanced at him. His perfect side face just looked out the window in trance.