C477 Guilt

The next morning.

"Xin Zezhao, how can you like her. . . " Lin Qing, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be having an extremely restless sleep. Her brows were tightly knitted, and she kept muttering in a low voice. Lin Qing, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly sat up. She called out the name she had been thinking about, "Xin Zezhao. She held her chest. In the end