C112 She Was Dead

In the bedroom, the white bedding was stained with blood.

Ye Qingru was wearing a delicate white gauze qipao as she curled up at the foot of the bed.

The cheongsam was white with pearls on the side and there were lace butterflies on the edges.

It was also stained with a lot of blood and there were many cracks on the fabric.

It was pitiful with tears all over its face