C689 Coma

Under the luxurious floor-to-ceiling window, in front of the Nordic style bedroom, lies a sleeping beauty.

If one didn't look closely at her face, there wasn't the slightest hint of blood on it. If one didn't have that steady breath, it would even give off a feeling of death.

Qin Haolin held onto Yin Jiaren's hand which didn't have a single trace of blood on it