C170 Feast

That man … Would he actually cry?

Xia Xun blankly stared at the iron chain in his hand. The silver light had burned her eyes.

Chilling his entire body into a ball, Xia Xun leaned against the bed, his face pale.

Smoke, he said. Goodbye.

It was unknown what he was thinking about, but at that moment, tears fell like rain from his eyes.

Hei Hao, if you were like this in the beginning