C881 Chapter 881

Under a sky choked with storm clouds, a few birds beat their wings and vanished into the dark. Yun Qingyin lifted a trembling hand as tears slid down her cheeks, one after another. The tip of her nose was red, and her slightly parted lips tried to form a smile—but couldn’t. Her choked, hoarse voice broke the silence of the night:

“Qingyin, I’ve been waiting for you. Don’t cry