C124 Deeper resentment(1)

Huo Lianqing stood there for a while before recovering from her shock. The door was still open, but it was empty. But then everything went quiet, as if he had never been there, and the room smelled of him.

His temperature was still on the bed, and she could still clearly remember his sleeping appearance. It was so quiet, like he was a child that had not yet passed away