C415 The Hatred of Having a Wife Taken away

The hate of having a wife taken away.

The night was silent.

From tomorrow onwards, it will be late autumn, and it will be cold tonight.

Qu Bai, who was leaning on the reclining chair, finally sat up slowly. He stared blankly at Huawu for a while, watching the lights go out for the first time.

His heart was like the weather. The closer it was to the late autumn, the colder it was