C483 Funeral

Hang Yunruo laid on the bed and watched the sun rise from the sky. She had never felt that a night could be so long, and she had never hated daylight so much.

Hang Yunruo turned around and saw the gentle light shining into the room bit by bit. She gently caressed the place where Moo Jingyang was originally lying. Her tentacles were cold.

They had been together for a long time