C662 Good for her

In the eyes of the shadow, An Lingge was like a shining sun. She always gave him that kind of warmth, like how his clansmen were always around him.

The silhouette bitterly smiled. He had never had a sun before, nor had he received any warmth. And now, there was nothing left.

Separated by a transparent layer of ice, the figure of Fang Lingsu could still be vaguely seen on the ice coffin