C317 Foxhodin

Huai Mo Yan stiffened and looked at Baili Ye Heng in shock.

Baili Ye looked at her, tears welling up on his face. He felt as if someone had rubbed his heart with cotton wool. Perhaps it was because the cotton had needles in it that made him feel an indescribable pain.

He looked at her three thousand silver threads that were stuck messily on her face and resting on his chest