C219 Sharpshooter

Wang Hai looked at Zhao Bofan and asked, "What about you, young man? Do you have a lover?"

Zhao Bofan looked out the window and pictured Mingzhu's face in his mind. It seemed that Mingzhu's eyes were always dark. Those eyes were the melted blood of the Alpine Mountains. They were clear and cool.

The corner of Zhao Bofan's mouth rose. He smiled like a big boy.

"Her name is Mingzhu