Chapter 417 The morning dawn of the rigid two [pages], projected from the window, shone on Ye Qingyu's face, making her complexion more pale.

Gu Xicheng did not return overnight. She was like a fool, huddled at the end of the bed in the dress she had not changed last night, and sat there all night.

She reached out and touched her cheek. Her face was dry, and even the corners of her eyes were not stained with any tears. She laughed a little self-mockery and said, "I didn't expect that my tears would run dry sometimes."

She gently picked up the cell phone at her feet and scratched the...