C107 The Woman in the Depths of My Memory

"I am... Mo Zicong."

He reached out and grabbed her fingers.

Because she used too much strength, she could not help but moan in pain.

But he didn't let go.

In the past year, countless voices were shouting. He told himself over and over again, Han Ruo is already dead, you should let go.

He also thought that he could let go of that heartless woman.

However