C118 Meng Han's Home

In the dead of night, everyone had already fallen asleep. Chen Xinyi was staring blankly at the bed. She rubbed her eyes hard and the candle in her hand fell to the ground.

She cried and laughed. She ran to the bed and looked at Wu Shiyan, who sat up.

He woke up, and just as the candle went out, he heard a scream, and instinctively he drew out the sword of grief. When he saw Chen Xinyi