Su Ran looked at her astonished expression and sighed helplessly in his heart, "Let's go..."
Then, without waiting for Jian Man to reply, he walked ahead.
Su Yun looked at the two of them in surprise and raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that his brother could also take a woman seriously...
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Su Wanxia felt as if her body had been shattered into pieces. The turbulent rapids were slowly engulfing her bit by bit, and her consciousness was fading. Life was slipping away, and she felt like she was about to disappear from this world.
As her consciousness was slowly dispersing, Mu Yingchen's pale, bloodless face suddenly flashed in her mind. She was startled and suddenly opened her eyes wide...
What she saw was a wooden ceiling, the oldest craft, the most natural wood. All around was deathly quiet, with not a single sound to be heard.
