C113 Live well

Ye Qiongjiang tried to stand up with all her might but she stumbled and fell down, sitting back down on the ground.

Tears finally flowed out slowly, mixing with the blood at the corners of his eyes. It was as if they were blood tears.

The bronze mirror on the dressing table reflected her sorry state.

"Haha …"

She laughed in a low voice, but it was like crying.

"Father