C575 Heartache

A smile appeared on Doreen's face, a smile that was even uglier than crying. "Stop looking at it."

"…"

"It's him."

To what extent could one be familiar with a person?

From the ten thousand footsteps, she could tell that the person was Mu Qiao.

From the backs of the ten thousand people, she could tell with a glance that they were Mu Qiao's.

Even with the voices of ten thousand people