C1877 Throbbing

Fu Ran couldn't find the right words to say. He could only turn around and find that Mu XueRong's hands were still tightly gripping the steering wheel, but his eyes were empty and blank.

It was as if he had returned to that night and was waiting at home for his mother to come back and make him dinner, but his mother, who had not come back yet, had only a call from the police