"Mistress, Senior Sister... Wuwu..."
Mi Lan sat squarely on the ground, cupping the sand and soil left behind by the shattered statue in his hands. He wept bitterly and heartbrokenly, as if his world had ended.
In truth, it wasn't that his grief over the death of this nominal mistress was all that unbearable. Rather, he seemed to foresee himself becoming a permanent resident of Linhai City, living out his future in a daze, day after day, which inevitably stirred up a deep, rising sorrow from the bottom of his heart.
Chapter 570