C331 Real Identity of the Banquet
A series of questions came out of his surging heart. Han Zhijing even heard the sound of blood condensing into ice. He stood there, the pale light from the ceiling. Han Zhijing pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly. "I really didn't expect this to happen." Han Zhijing had used almost all of his strength to say this. He buried his face in his hands
