C172 Killing without mercy

The sky was getting darker. At the corner of the second floor of the inn, a candle was lit. The light from the candle reflected off the window.

Jian Qiuying sat by the side of the bed, staring at the Ke Yuehua lying on the bed, his heart aching slightly. All these years, the only person who truly cared about him was Ke Yuehua.

When he was young