C307 Stabbing of Shame
Du Qiaoyun stumbled out of bed, looking for a mirror.
Luckily, even though the arrangement in Xie Zhifeng's room was simple, everything was there. There was a small bronze mirror on the washstand, so Du Qiaoyun quickly picked it up.
The quality of the copper mirror wasn't that good, but it could still barely make out the silhouette of a person.
Du Qiaoyun tore open her collar
