She still remembered that he had once told her if he died, to bury him next to his mother.
When she heard these words at the time, her heart ached.
Tang Song was also a man who lived a life of loneliness. In his life, only his mother was the closest to him.
But he fared better than Gu Yixuan, who never even received a mother's love...
Mo Ran really wanted to mock him, laugh at him, to achieve revenge, but she couldn't bring herself to say it nor could she manage to laugh.
They were all, sad people...
She was as well...
Gu Yixuan's face turned cold, and he turned and sat down on the sofa, casually draping his legs over the table.
"Why look at him? I don't even know where his corpse is."
"You didn't bury him?!" Mo Ran asked in disbelief.
The man shrugged, raising an eyebrow, "Why should I bury him? After killing, erase all traces, not even leaving a single hair behind."
