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...
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."
"You..." Mo Ran was choked with anger, grabbed a vase, and threw it at him, but the man caught it with ease.
"Gu Yixuan, you’ve really gone too far! Tang Song never wronged you, why do you have to be so cruel to him! It was my willing choice to give him blood, the child was killed by me, if you must hate, hate me, why hurt the innocent him! Do you know that by doing this, you are completely devoid of humanity! Are you still a human being?"
Mo Ran collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
She felt so helpless, so powerless, as if her heart and guts were being torn apart.
She really owed Tang Song too much, not only had she implicated him, leading to his death but also caused him to have no resting place for his body, and even in death, she had no face to meet him.
Gu Yixuan stood up and walked over to her, lifted her chin, looked at her tear-streaked face, and sneered:
"Why cry so heartbroken? I was lying to you, his body has always been preserved by me. If you behave, I will let him have a whole corpse, otherwise, he might truly be without a trace."
Mo Ran looked at his face and suddenly felt it to be so unfamiliar, so terrifying.
He was the Devil, a true demon!
Thinking of Tang Song being killed by him, she wished to consume his blood, devour his flesh!
With a slap, she knocked his hand away, and Mo Ran stood up vigorously, expressionless, "If you body of mine, I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry, this broken body of mine can still amuse you for a while." Latest content published on novel·fıre·net