C1859 External Head Mo Open

Tears wet Gu Yunxiao's shirt and seeped into his skin. It was cold, but it made his heart shrink. The blood in his body began to boil.

He slowly raised his hand and bent slightly backwards.

The next second, his fingers with a thin cocoon fell on Yuwen Qingge's face.

He gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes