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Mo Shiche woke up in the depths of a dark night.
The temperature in the cemetery was extremely low and bitterly cold, as if a woman's icy gaze enveloped him, capable of piercing straight into the deepest recesses of his heart.
He opened his eyes and paused for a second before quickly getting to his feet.
There was no one beside him.
All around, the silence was as profound as a tomb.
And he was indeed surrounded by tombs.
Something rolled off his body, landing by his hand.
He picked it up—it was a ring.
It was the wedding ring he had given her.
Something shattered in his mind in an instant.
His heart felt as though it was seized by a giant hand, mercilessly wringing out thick blood.
Mo Shiche practically leapt to his feet, took out his phone, and dialed, "Luo Qiangwei is gone, send everyone to search for her, check the entrances and exits of Jiang City, check her ID Card and passport immigration records, find anyone she knows."
But she could not be found.
