Chapter 508 This is the end of the line

The color of the night was like water, very elegant, Qu Mo Ying lay on the bed, but could not sleep for a while. Her sleep had never actually been very good, she would always wake up from her dreams with palpitations, several times a night, with all sorts of bad scenarios swarming around, sometimes making her unable to tell if it was a dream or not reality for a while.