The ink like a waterfall spreads on the pillow, and Qu Lanyue's face is as pale as paper, and her frowning eyebrows have a sorrow that cannot be dissipated. The originally bright eyes were like a deep lake, slowly fluctuating, and accidentally overflowing the sockets.

Xiao Qi raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the distressed hatred couldn't rub her into her heart.

"Peach Willow...... Peach Willow ......

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