C233 Ling Xiao Is Trash

The heart seemed to be soaked in a hot volcanic crater, or it seemed to have gone through the scourge of snow.

This kind of pain was more intense and heavy than any sadness he had ever felt since he was a child.

It turned out that after hundreds of years, the separation between life and death was still this kind of torture. At least, my heart is like being repeatedly crushed by a large truck