C648 Backstab

A month has passed.

Three months, four months...

Six months passed.

Finally, one day, Xia Ting stopped and did not even have the strength to speak, "Junior brother, I don't want to leave anymore!"

She stood in the yellow sand that filled the sky. Her snow hair was fluttering in the wind, and her pink lips were moving as she spoke. However, her eyes were lowered