C1588 He Is Missing a Specimen

Waves of crows were cawing, and a pair of suffocating lovers were lying under a tree with messy clothes, looking very much like a bizarre painting.

After Xing Yumiao finished his autopsy, he took off his gloves and rubbed the pain between his eyebrows. He didn't quite understand that this method of dying was what others called suicide and martyr's love.

"You think so?" Suddenly