C96 Fucuril

After Mo Ang left, he dismissed everyone, turned off most of the lights, and only left a faint yellow light on his table.

The empty hall turned from bustling to lonely.

He tiredly lied down on his side on the main seat. His body was slightly curled up as if he was very cold and he was trembling a little.

He looked at the dark roof, but he could still picture it as it had been a moment ago