On the eighth day of April, Cold Smoke Pavilion.

In the compartment, a woman dressed in luxurious clothes is drinking herself. Her beautiful eyes are empty, like a hopeless walking corpse, without any vitality!

The woman is Jiling. She seems to be waiting for someone.

For a long time, the night was already heavy. Ji Ling thought that the man would never appear. Suddenly, her heart was filled with endless sourness.

sighed a long sigh, and Ji Ling was full of disappointment. She did not realize that the sisterhood for more than ten years had really disappeared.

Ji Ling was ready to get up, but at this time, the door...