No matter how similar he was to su Wu, he was not the 'person' in song qingxiao's memory.
She tore off the labels stuck on su Wu's body one by one and tidied his hair for him.
If su Wu had not died, with his hatred for the martial arts Research Institute, if he saw his own body being arranged like a specimen placed here without any cover for the younger generation to observe and learn, who knew if he would fly into a rage.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, but the sadness in her eyes seemed to be about to overflow.
seventh brother. after a long time, song qingxiao's voice rang out in the stone room. She reached out, one hand to hook his back knee, and the other around the back of his neck.
His body had been specially treated, so it wasn't stiff, but it didn't have any temperature either.
It was cold and soft, like a doll that she was holding in her arms.
"I can no longer fulfill the promise I made to you that day."
