C145 Director Please Spare Me(21)

"Let's talk about it." The frail man sat quietly on the sofa, his face slightly pale.

An unknown number of sweaters fell on his body. It was as if a child had stolen an adult's clothes. His frail body could not withstand the clothes at all.

His voice was faint and gentle.

The orange light shone on the whirlpool above his head that was glowing gently