C63 Bad Man

In the car, Yeh Yufan was sitting in the back seat, looking down at her knees. The tears that she had been holding back for a long time finally fell quietly.

One drop after another landed on the blue skirt, forming circles and circles of marks.

The pain was like a tide, surging into every nerve and inch of skin in her body.

It was as if his throat had been choked by a hand