©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... eople have died in these past ten years or so. Heavy bloodstains couldn’t be wiped off the execution platform, and yet these two people were out of their minds to stroll around this ghostlike place, drinking wine instead of going to bed. As they watched the wind and snow, Gong Yi Mo secretly thought, ‘Can I leave first?’
Si Wuyan passed her a jar of wine and kept one to himself. Who knows where he got it from, but it tasted quite alright.
He didn’t speak and just silently dr ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
































