Mu Shiyi subconsciously clenched his hands that were hanging on both sides, his clear eyes turning sharp.
A clear answer to what had happened in the past two days gradually surfaced. She frowned as if she had been burned. After a while, she closed her eyes tiredly.
No, perhaps she should believe him.
The moonlight shone down from the skylight and reflected on the floor in front of him. The dust floating in the air had nowhere to hide, undulating wantonly in the moonlight. Mu Shiyi stiff fingers unconsciously moved, making him sleepy.
He could vaguely feel the creaking sound of the door opening, but he did not even have the strength to raise his head.
A Gong entered and saw this scene.
The surroundings were extremely dilapidated, and the cold ice was bone-chilling. She wore a thin pie
