C726 I Won't Trust You Anymore

The dilapidated dungeon was dimly lit.

The air was filled with a musty and rotten smell. It was exceptionally pungent.

Ji Ziqi was lying on the dry straw floor with her clothes disheveled. Her wounds were numb from the pain. Her once beautiful eyes were empty, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

There was only hatred in her heart. The endless hatred almost swallowed everything.

Suddenly