Previous chapter:
Chapter 125: I Will Protect Your Mother for You
PREVIEW
... the door, this was the scene that greeted him—
Blood had been spilled, and the courtyard had descended into chaos. Amid the cacophony of shouts and screams, only Song Lianhe was on her feet, swaying unsteadily. She clutched a memorial tablet to her chest, refusing to let go, while her other hand hung at her side, a Bone Hairpin dripping blood onto the ground.
She was covered in bloodstains from head to toe. Slowly, she turned her head. Half her face was dyed red with blood, yet h ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE























