Qiao An also wishes, she yearns to live.
She doesn't want her life, which has only been a short twenty years, to end like this.
Clutching Sheng Lingyun's hand tightly, Sheng Lingyun looked at her with a loving smile, "Daddy can hug you, right?"
Qiao An thought of Bo Wenze, and now, looking at Sheng Lingyun, she felt a pang of sorrow.
Nodding, she smiled and said, "Of course you can!"
......
In the hotel.
The curtains were tightly closed; the spacious room was pitch black, not a single ray of light.
Situ Yunshu habitually slept with the lights off, hearing a slight noise, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Sitting up warily, she looked towards the door.
The person carefully opened the door, didn't turn on the lights, used the hallway light to gauge the room's layout, closed the door with his back hand, and walked in lightly.
Mu Jingnan leaned down, wanting to gently caress her face, a cold touch pressed against her neck.
"Move again, and I'll send you to see the king of hell."
