C89 The Root of the Seed Germinated

4: 00 in the morning.

The lights in the courtyard had already been lit up.

In the room on the left.

Shi Qincheng's left hand was tightly grabbed by a pair of fair and slender hands. He lowered his eyes and looked at the tears on her delicate and delicate face. His brows were tightly knitted, as if he was having a nightmare.

"Qingcheng, wake up