young master, young master, Qianqian. this voice was very ethereal, as if it came from the depths of the soul. It spread out so suddenly that it really gave Bai Ye a shock.
Lao Ai, " even Yu Jiuchong's breath was heavy. He held Bai Ye's hand tightly, and the voice came closer and closer. young master, please follow this old servant's voice. I have your mother's relics for you.
Bai Ye's breath caught in his throat when he heard this. It was because of the word " left behind ", which meant that Yu Jiu Chong's mother had passed away.
This realization made Bai Ye's heart ache unconsciously. He turned to look at the man beside him. little 9th, Wanwan. she wanted to say some words of comfort, but when she opened her mouth, she felt that any words would seem weak.
