C208 The Conflict in Mong-nan

Lih Youlan was buried on this day. The weather was extremely cold. The wind blew into her neck and seeped into her pores. Even her bones were hurting from the cold.

I changed into a plain dress. Mo Nancheng leaned against the front of the car and smoked. Green smoke curled around him. He narrowed his eyes. "You really want to go?"

"Yes." I wrapped myself in a coat, opened the car door