The next day the bright sunshine fell on the white mattress through the landing glass windows.

Mu Chudi half-squinted, trying to reach out to block the sun, but found himself powerless.

The ferocious and intense picture of last night gradually emerged in my mind, and the delicate little face suddenly turned red.

With all his strength, he touched him with his small hand. It was empty and there was only a little residual temperature. What about

Huo Miao?

At this time, Mu Chudi was completely awake.

Open your eyes and there's no Horse around you.

Mu Chudi was sitting upright supported by his flute, which revealed that in the open...