C105 Death of the Night

"Rain Spirit... Rain Spirit..."

Zi Ming, who was laughing happily, suddenly froze. Then, he became gloomy. He humphed and went back into Ye Hong Tian's body.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, a day had passed. Ye Hong Tian was lying quietly on the bed. There was no sound in the lounge except for the sound of Ye Hong Tian's breathing