It was almost dusk, and the quiet cemetery, which was buried with thousands of peaceful creatures, was exceptionally quiet.
On the edge of the quiet path, Leng Xinran was quietly tidying up the flowers and plants on the side.
The weather was already a little warm, and she was only wearing black clothes and black pants. Her silent and thin appearance made her look very thin. The gentle sunset slowly shone on her body, and at that moment, she actually looked a little absent-minded.
It was said that she had guarded this tranquil cemetery for many years and had taken good care of it, allowing the dead creatures in this pure land to rest in peace.
Leng Xinran had guarded the entire night last night, and she had also replaced a person during the day, so she had been busy until now. She looked exhausted, but she was still in good spirits.
