Tang Xinyu walked to his small courtyard in a daze, cleaned up the mess on his face, made himself look less embarrassed, vomited along the way, the thin dress left porridge marks, and the one that flowed into the neckline had been frozen into ice on it, next to her skin, sucking the warmth of her heart, and the wound at the corner of her mouth had condensed into ice slag, which was painful and cold.

She staggered in the snow, her eyes scattered and unfocused, like a porcelain that had been broken

"The Caged Concubine" Chapter 61: Chitose Lord, I beg you is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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