C161 Inheritance of Chamomile

At night, as she lay awake in the flat bed, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she thought back to a night she had never forgotten.

Her mother's snow-white clothes used to be white and flawless, but now they looked even more bewitching. The chest area of her clothes were covered in blood, like a blooming Resurrection Lily.

Mo Ju closed her eyes, and started crying even more unrestrainedly