C147 Unless You Have a Guilty Conscience

On the bridge, there was an endless stream of people coming and going. Some people cherish their memories and lock them in the box, while others roam the sea of keys in search of the past.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, Yu Guo's hair was drenched with sweat, her wet hair sticking to her face. She raised her head and looked ahead, then looked back at the road she had just walked