——The bones of hatred are buried in the empty hall of the burnt land, and the soul is lost in Wushandu for a lifetime.
"Sister Yi is dead, but you and I are the only ones alive back then." Sheng Cailan sneered, "So you closed the door to thank guests, wasn't it because you were afraid of someone taking your life?"
"Sheng Cailan, do you really think that a dead person can take my life?" Chang Hanyu waved for tea, and the teapot was placed between the two of them with a bang. "In that case, you and I should die first."
Sheng Cailan kindly came to Yunxia Villa to report the news, believing that she deserved a better reward than becoming a murder suspect.
Chang Hanyu hated that the family and peaceful life she had struggled to maintain were broken by the news of her old friend's death.
Yang Jiao was very busy while easing his cheeks at the person whom Junior Sister Sheng had offended, and offending Junior Sister Sheng at the same time.
The sea of bitterness is raging, but looking back happily, old things of many years have stirred up again. Three-fifths of the survivors have been eliminated. How will it end this time?
Intention: People should look forward
