C782 It Was Him

Mo Sheng was standing in the room when he opened the door.

Ziling drew closer and was startled when she saw the person on the bed. "She …"

Yan Xihua's peerless appearance was now as old as the skin of a withered tree. Her cheeks were deeply sunken and her wrinkled skin had relaxed. Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, he looked lifeless.

Mo Sheng stood silently on the side and said softly