Ji Hanyue's spirit seat, was held tightly in Pei Luoan's arms, as if he was holding some most important treasure, the red candles on it were wiped clean by his own hands.

Only at the moment this kind of cherishing, but let Qu Mo Ying feel ridiculous, Pei Luo An is still so good at pretending, no wonder at that time she really thought Pei Luo An was sincere to herself, how could she not imagine that in the end a family up and down all died in his hands, with their own blood and the ...