Nanmu Ling leaned against the balcony in the room, smoking, and wearing a white shirt and black trousers. She looked very different. Just like that, she quietly looked at Shuqin, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed. "Why do you always come back with injuries? Why do you still have to go back to that man? Do you know that if you continue like this, Yin San won't pity you, but there is a silly man who will hurt you more than you?"
Mist swirled in the air, and Nan Muling's eyes were filled with pain. If possible, I was willing to play any tricks just to keep you by my side. He secretly made up his mind.
"It's late at night. Who else wants you to wake up with so many scars? Why do you want to keep a lamp before going to bed? If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask..." As the familiar
