C191 Poor Thing Fighting Alone

The next morning, it was drizzling outside the window.

Jiaang Yingying was woken up by the sound of the rain. She opened one of her eyes slightly and saw a figure standing by her window.

"Who is it?" Jiaang Yingying sat up, but she immediately recognized Mr. Death standing there.

"You're awake?"

Mr. Death's voice was low and hoarse, full of magnetism