The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

I don't know how long it took, Song Lishu, buried under the loess, gradually appeared, first her legs, then her hands, and finally her head.

Song Lishu was lying in the grave.

Her skin was pale, faintly tinged with blue under the moonlight, and a fishy smell was biting and unpleasant.

Time has passed so long, her body has begun to decay, and some places have turned into pus, revealing dense white bones, densely packed insects attached to her skin, gnawing her flesh.

Song Lishu's eyes closed tightly, her cheeks sunk deep, and her once-soft hair became dry and began to fall off.

A breath of life lingered all over her.

She is dead, just a corpse about to turn to bones.

Huo Baiyuan fished out Song Lishu from the loess, and he clasped this look of Song Lishu tightly in his arms. He swept away the worms on Song Lishu's body with his hand, and gently wiped off the loess on her cheeks.

It was only then that Huo Baiyuan discovered that the woman in her arms was so thin, almost covered in skin and bones, her body was cold and stiff, and there was no more ups and downs in her chest, as if she was holding a stone.

She is dead.

Huo Baiyuan had to admit.

She is really dead.

"Li Shu..." Huo Baiyuan trembled his hands and stroked Song Lishu's hard cheeks. This time, no matter how he shouted, he could no longer wake her up.

Huo Baiyuan hugged Song Lishu tightly and buried his head deeply into Song Lishu's body. Tears gushed from his eye sockets, one by one falling down. He sobbed like an abandoned child, crying: "Li Book...Li Shu..."

I don't know how long it took, Song Lishu, buried under the loess, gradually appeared, first her legs, then her hands, and finally her head.

Song Lishu was lying in the grave.

Her skin was pale, faintly tinged with blue under the moonlight, and a fishy smell was biting and unpleasant.

Time has passed so long, her body has begun to decay, and some places have turned into pus, revealing dense white bones, densely packed insects attached to her skin, gnawing her flesh.

Song Lishu's eyes closed tightly, her cheeks sunk deep, and her once-soft hair became dry and began to fall off.

A breath of life lingered all over her.

She is dead, just a corpse about to turn to bones.

Huo Baiyuan fished out Song Lishu from the loess, and he clasped this look of Song Lishu tightly in his arms. He swept away the worms on Song Lishu's body with his hand, and gently wiped off the loess on her cheeks.

It was only then that Huo Baiyuan discovered that the woman in her arms was so thin, almost covered in skin and bones, her body was cold and stiff, and there was no more ups and downs in her chest, as if she was holding a stone.

She is dead.

Huo Baiyuan had to admit.

She is really dead.

"Li Shu..." Huo Baiyuan trembled his hands and stroked Song Lishu's hard cheeks. This time, no matter how he shouted, he could no longer wake her up.

Huo Baiyuan hugged Song Lishu tightly and buried his head deeply into Song Lishu's body. Tears gushed from his eye sockets, one by one falling down. He sobbed like an abandoned child, crying: "Li Book...Li Shu..."

Li Shu..." Huo Baiyuan trembled and stroked Song Lishu's hard cheeks. This time, no matter how he shouted, he could no longer wake her up.

Huo Baiyuan hugged Song Lishu tightly and buried his head deeply into Song Lishu's body. Tears gushed from his eye sockets, one by one falling down. He sobbed like an abandoned child, crying: "Li Book...Li Shu..."