C2081 A low-key and respectable funeral

When the glucose was almost over, Mu XueRong came.

It was noon, and the sunlight was very bright. However, Fu Ran still felt cold. She hugged her knees and curled up on the bed like an abandoned kitten, silently sobbing.

Mu XueRong's mood was also heavy, but she still opened the bowl of congee in her hands and passed it to Fu Ran. "Don't cry anymore. Drink some congee first