C439 Death of dead leaf

Shui Qingcheng's despair that night was indescribable. No one knew how terrible Shui Qingcheng's heart felt, and watched as the withered leaf lay by their side for an entire night. That kind of feeling, wasn't something that anyone could taste.

Ouyang Fenghua, even if you are no longer the cold heart, cold heart, and cold blood you once were, if the one who died was me