"We are all Huaxia people, why must we make it so difficult for ourselves?" Ling Rong asked.
"Haha, Huaxia, that's a distant dream!" Nan Yun said this sentence and closed his eyes.
Ye Tian just shrugged indifferently and then went to look for Qin Chuan.
Only Ling Rong was still standing there, suddenly feeling very desolate, very desolate.
Why her parents had died, she did not know; a grandfather who had picked her up was always responsive to her needs, but she always felt that she was living in a huge conspiracy.
Today, after hearing what Nan Yun said, she suddenly had a realization, yes, it's all a dream.
Whether she should wake up from the dream or live in it forever, no one knows.
Just as Ling Rong was about to leave and call someone to clean up the place, she saw a piece of paper on Nan Yun's belt, but it was already stained with blood.
