C317 The End of Yan Yimou

She used her nails to hold onto the firewood beneath her, her whole body shaking violently.

She suddenly opened her palm and held onto a piece of black cloth.

That belonged to Wuqing.

Yan Yingrou's heart suddenly felt as if it had split open. She clenched her fists tightly and started to cry. Even without a single tear, she could feel deep regret within her voice.

She really regretted it