Gerry still came to accompany Su Qing to dinner every night as agreed before, but today there was no one in the room, and there was a small wooden box on the table, lying quietly. Gerry only stood at the doorway and glanced at it, and then he had some guesses, put the food box in the doorway and turned to leave.

Su Qing sat in front of the window in a daze, the stars outside were very bright, and the southern tart seemed to be very close to the stars, almost within reach. In the past few years, Su Qing has never seen stars as sparkling as a southern tart elsewhere.

His hands were numb, he looked at the box on the table, stretched out his hand, and after thinking about it, he still didn't touch it. Lying down on the bed, but not daring to close his eyes. Blood is hot, no matter who it is,......

"Into the Sacred Mountain" Chapter 43 Restlessness is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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