Chu Qingge, Feng Li, works
dilapidated wooden frame, glancing at her slantingly.Those eyes, filled with disdain.This is worlds apart from Chu Weiyun's imagined fear, even begging for mercy!"How about it Isn't this knife suppos...st ached as if it would explode! But she couldn't afford to dawdle. Even in pain, she climbed to her feet and chased after him."No! Night brother, please don't do this! I was wrong! I really was wrong...