C362 Pen Prophet

Gu Donglee sat dazedly in front of the table until the sun rose and the candle tears fell onto the table, turning it into ashes.

A loud sound was heard.

The candle flame went out, leaving behind a wisp of white smoke, which spread out and disappeared without a trace.

From the courtyard came the sound of his father's snorting as he chopped wood.

His mother was in the kitchen