C592 No One Loves Me More than You!

Ann Ruoxi lay on the white sickbed, looking at the white ceiling, tears streaming down her face.

It was as if dust fell from the white ceiling like snowflakes, piece by piece, as if it was trying to cover her whole body.

If... It was good to be able to bury her under the white dust.

If he died, he would no longer feel any pain.

Di Chenjue, this man, let her know what hatred was, what pain was