C286 His Hair Was as Black as Silk

"Lan Xin, is there really no one in this world who can be trusted?" The lonely autumn outside the window seemed to hide a sad face. The maple leaves were red, beautiful red, and the color of weeping blood. Lianshuang had never felt the coldness of autumn, like the heart.

Lianshuang was not a sentimental person, but the sadness on her face was so deep this time