As the voice fell, Qingluo's body slowly followed the coffin. She fell to the ground slowly, closing her big eyes forever.
Several little girls looked at the scene in front of them, their eyes were red, and there was confusion in their eyes as they sobbed in the hall.
"Someone, pull her down... Find a place to bury her." Zhao Ling was silent for a long time before sighing and ordering. The last words of the dead woman was greatly disturbing. Did she knew the truth about her? She glanced at the cold eyes of Meng Yuan before turning her gaze back on Luzhu.
Green Bamboo, I believe she sincerely repented to you just now, you...rest in peace. Standing still in front of the green bamboo coffin, tears welled up in Zhao Ling's eyes.
