C102 Cryptology

Cheng Zinuo finally snapped out of her daze and slowly opened the door.

The boy standing in front of her was eighteen or nineteen years old. He was tall, had messy hair, a bruise on his face, and tattered clothes.

Even so, Cheng Zinuo could still recognize that the boy's facial features had not been devoured by the passage of time.

Tears rolled down her face