C392 Showdown on the Table

He kissed the woman on the forehead and went out alone, lugging his heavy suitcase behind him. The woman's face looked like rain falling on the petals. She was beautiful and attractive.

The man's fingers were cold and transparent. He was holding a photo. The woman was smiling. Her smile slowly turned into warmth, shining on people's bodies. He clicked on the medical report. His head was buzzing