Mu Xiaoqi raised her head, and her mouth was covered with the blood of the night. The red blood was winding on her white skin. There was an unspeakable desolation.

The face fell into the eyes of the night, and his heart was pulled and pulled, almost numb with pain.

He never thought that he would have such a day, just looking at her face, would be heartbreaking.

Nevertheless, the face of the night scene did not show half of the pain, and it was still so peaceful.

He looked at Mu Xiaoqi quietly, pulled at the corners of his mouth and grinned bitterly: "A few days ago."

He grinned...