C815 Chapter 815

Her expression was a little sad, a little self-mocking. “But… if you want to go, then go… whether I live or die, that’s my fate, isn’t it?”

She lifted her head to look at him. A single tear shimmered at the corner of her eye.

Jun Beilou’s heart softened all at once—sour, aching, tight.

She looked too much like that person from his hazy memories.

He knew he’d lived many lives