C1758 Other Things Freshmen 16

"Mo Ye, can't you recognize my voice?"

A low, hoarse voice came to Mo Ye's ears through the air.

"You …"

Mo Ye's pupils shook.

A familiar face faintly appeared on the window.

That person's hair was gray, his cheeks were swollen, and his eyes were blood-red.

Mo Ye was so frightened that he retreated two steps, clenching his fists. He lifted his trembling right hand