C117 Earthworm

Shui Anying heard the crying.

Her own cry was very soft. It sounded like it came from the ground and came from her soul.

She hated this kind of crying. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, turned around, and sat up, looking down at the sand dune.

Looking from afar, she could see that Faang Yuan, who had been stabbed seven times in a row by her, was lying motionlessly under the sand dune