C234 Hatred

"Why?"

Zhao Chun was lying flat on the bed, which was already in a mess. Her eyes were wide open, and her face was ferocious.

If Zhao Chun was already a dead person now, this appearance might be more appropriate to say that she died with everlasting regret.

But now the faint rise and fall of her chest, and her own hoarse throat-slicing voice, told the others that the man was still alive