C342 The Concealment of the Criminal Fire

Farewell.

Gu Huan looked at the words that Beiming Mo had written on the letter. It was as if she had seen it:

That night, at midnight, Beiming Mo stood quietly in front of the sofa.

He was already dressed. He bent over and lightly covered his sleeping body with a blanket. He gently caressed her forehead, revealing a faint smile.

He wrote this short passage in the last of the candles