Hearing Fu Mochen's words, a warmth of gratitude welled up in her heart.But Lin Ruochu's arrival, to a certain extent, reminded her of the happiness she yearned for. Perhaps it was like the moon refle...odor.The plump scorpion was beaten to a pulp by the night owl, its face swollen like a pig's head, lying on the dusty ground whimpering."Tada dada," steady footsteps approached. He opened his bloodsho...