C432 Set of Messages

In the spacious darkness, Luo Xiaonuan's voice actually echoed. She shrunk her arm to the side, frightened, and found a soft object, covered with silk.

So it was the blanket. Luo Xiaonuan heaved a sigh of relief. As a prisoner, she was living a good life. Of course, she mocked herself. At least there was still a blanket that didn't get cold.

Everything was too tiring