A trace of remaining temperature

Yun bixue looked at the demonic Qi in her palm and felt bitter.

Also, the black smoke from yesterday must have something to do with natsuya's soul.

She really couldn't care about anything else now. She had to leave this place as soon as possible.

Thinking of the child that she had yet to properly hug and take a look at, Yun bixue felt a wave of pain.

She wasn't a cruel mother, she just had no choice.

There was also Xie limo. She loved him, but she also had a grudge in her heart. This kind of feeling was too complicated, so it was better not to face it.

"Cough cough ..."

Yun bixue clutched her chest and walked to the side of the bed. She leaned against the bed and greedily breathed in Xie limo's scent.

He had been lying here just now. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but she actually felt that there was still a trace of warmth on the bed.