Talking about the old house, in the hall.

Tan Huaiwen, who agreed to sleep alone in the guest room, and Du Yumei, who was afraid of being divorced, both left.

Not wanting to stay in Huairong's bedroom, Song Yu found gauze, alcohol and light in the living room and carefully picked out the glass particles in the wound.

"Hiss!" gasped, these tiny crystals embedded deep in the skin that she had not noticed before seemed to have planned to laugh at her ...