The wind suddenly rose, and the passage of time was just enough for the moon to adjust its angle to the west, and it was as if the god had finally decided to complain about the tragedy, allowing a faint moonlight to shine through the open window of the tower, illuminating Ilona's petite body......

That familiar but bloodless face also completely broke Ilona's inner defense.

Seeing the long silver hair scattered on the white face of the saint, her hair was still as soft as a feather, her eyebrows were gently bent, and the beautiful and holy appearance seemed to be falling asleep in a sweet dream, and like a miserable white rose had withered...... Because the corners of the saint's mouth can no longer ......

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