Liang Zhichen had walked over.
He was speechless, and just like her, personally covered 'Shujun' with soil.
Until after dark, their ten fingers were dripping with fresh blood.
They sat in front of this new grave,
covered in mud all over their bodies and faces.
The rain was still falling.
However, both of them were already drenched through.
Liang Zhichen suddenly looked up at the sky, where lightning flashed amid the thunder.
He thought he would never forget this day.
In his dreams, his younger brother died because of Pei Yu.
In reality, it was indirectly as if he had been killed by He Su.
Pei Yu, He Su!
Did our Liang family owe you something in a past life?
His cold, thin lips twisted into a stiff and ruthless curve.
And his eyes, as profound as an ancient well, were just like the night sky, denser than even the black ink...
