C191 Convention of the Year

After a whole day and night had passed since Ye Qiongjiang's corpse was found, Ye Qiongjiang sat alone in the bedchamber, unable to sleep.

The candlelight at the door flickered weakly. The night seemed to invade the bedchamber, immersing everything in darkness.

Ye Qiongjiang sighed, for Ying Er, and for herself.

How small was life? It was just like the flickering candle light