C363 Wound Dehiscence

Bai Zhi also quickly noticed the two familiar figures downstairs. He silently held Cang Ling's arm and accompanied her as they stood in front of the railing on the third floor of the mall, looking down expressionlessly.

"Bai Zhi, is that him?" Cang Ling's mournful voice contained a bit of self-deceptive evasion.

Bai Zhi felt like his heart was being stabbed by a knife