The Ghost King who killed my parents, what level would it be? Now I'm barely managing to handle a first-level fierce ghost, all thanks to the weapons Master gave me. The road I have to walk is still very long!
Cui Wenyan clenched her fists, not dejected but rather more determined.
Become strong, stronger!
I must become strong as soon as possible!
After returning home, Tianmiao told Cui Wenyan to take a hot bath and rest.
Cui Wenyan walked into her bedroom, and her heart tightened at that moment. In the bright light, she saw the layout of the bedroom clearly.
Pink, all pink. The bed sheet, pillow, and the doll she loved most on the bed were also pink. The curtains were pink, the dressing table was pink, the wardrobe, stool, lazy sofa, all were pink.
Cui Wenyan's eyes felt a bit sore.
