Murong walked slowly, looking at the familiar scenery and buildings with the help of the moonlight. This is her second home in the world, happy, sad and sad.
Just when she was going to look at her own yard, a weak voice attracted her attention and walked slowly with the source of the weak voice.
At this time, she was not a little afraid, but more curious, who would appear in this deserted mansion?
As she got closer and closer, the voice became louder and louder, and she heard it clearly