Chapter 993

Name：The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Author：Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall
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"Lishu..."

Huo Baiyuan's voice trembled and his hands gathered the ashes sprinkled on the ground.

At this time, suddenly a drop of water fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped, looked up at the gray sky, one by one, countless raindrops fell from the air, crashing to the ground.

Rain drops hit on the ashes and instantly melt them into a pool of water.

"Lishu! No! No

Huo Baiyuan is flustered. He grabs the ashes on the ground with his hands and wants to gather them in his arms. He looks around and wants to find something that can hold the ashes, but there is nothing except the fragments of the jar.

Nothing can hold his glass book.

The rain is falling more and more heavily, crashing on the ashes, melting into a pool of muddy water with the ashes. Huo Baiyuan holds the ashes with both hands, but the dissolved ashes run away from his fingers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep it.

He can't keep the book.

No... no... how can his glass book become a pool of sewage.

Huo Baiyuan almost prostrate, hands on the ground clutching, want to put the ashes to his arms, even if a little, even if only a little.

But he still couldn't catch up with the speed of raindrops. He watched with his own eyes the ashes melt into the rain. No matter how he grasped them, he couldn't catch them.

Huo Baiyuan finally began to cry, almost lying on the ground, tightly encircling his arms, holding the pool of rain that had melted his ashes, crying and pleading

"Lishu..."

Huo Baiyuan's voice trembled and his hands gathered the ashes sprinkled on the ground.

At this time, suddenly a drop of water fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped, looked up at the gray sky, one by one, countless raindrops fell from the air, crashing to the ground.

Rain drops hit on the ashes and instantly melt them into a pool of water.

"Lishu! No! No

Huo Baiyuan is flustered. He grabs the ashes on the ground with his hands and wants to gather them in his arms. He looks around and wants to find something that can hold the ashes, but there is nothing except the fragments of the jar.

Nothing can hold his glass book.

The rain is falling more and more heavily, crashing on the ashes, melting into a pool of muddy water with the ashes. Huo Baiyuan holds the ashes with both hands, but the dissolved ashes run away from his fingers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep it.

He can't keep the book.

No... no... how can his glass book become a pool of sewage.

Huo Baiyuan almost prostrate, hands on the ground clutching, want to put the ashes to his arms, even if a little, even if only a little.

But he still couldn't catch up with the speed of raindrops. He watched with his own eyes the ashes melt into the rain. No matter how he grasped them, he couldn't catch them.

Huo Baiyuan finally began to cry, almost lying on the ground, tightly encircling his arms, holding the pool of rain that had melted his ashes, crying and pleading

He can't keep the book.

No... no... how can his glass book become a pool of sewage.

Huo Baiyuan almost prostrate, hands on the ground clutching, want to put the ashes to his arms, even if a little, even if only a little.

But he still couldn't catch up with the speed of raindrops. He watched with his own eyes the ashes melt into the rain. No matter how he grasped them, he couldn't catch them.

Huo Baiyuan finally began to cry, almost lying on the ground, tightly encircling his arms, holding the pool of rain that had melted his ashes, crying and pleading