Chapter 647 Dead Is Dead, No Need For Mourning
- Hendrick Nights raised his eyebrows, "Alright, tell me, what do you want me to promise you?"
- Sandra Clouds pouted, "From now on, every year on this day, you have to come and accompany me to mourn Cupid."
- Hendrick Nights sighed helplessly, "Is it necessary? It's just a horse."