Wang Chunfeng actually knew she was already dead.
How could she not know, reduced to such a state? But she simply couldn't bring herself to believe it, she refused to believe it.
They had clearly agreed to face everything together; it wasn't the end yet, so why was she the only one left?
Why was it just her now?
Wang Chunfeng couldn't cry anymore, her tears had run dry.
She had cried too much and couldn't cry anymore.
Now, all she could do was howl.
Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant to hear.
Lin Murong stood there watching for a while before silently walking away.
He knew that at this time, he shouldn't stay.
When Lin Murong returned, he was somewhat absent-minded, so much so that he forgot about the stones he had picked up.
Only when he got back to the supermarket did he realize.
"Damn. My stones." He had picked stones for so long and hadn't brought back a single one.
"What stones?" Su Yinhe asked.
