C144 It Was as If He Was in Purgatory

Dark night, cold wet wind. Someone was crying, sobbing. But they didn't want to say it out loud.

Xiang Chaojue was standing on a long street. It was dark everywhere except for the street lamps not far away. The street lamps were emitting a weak light, illuminating the crying woman on the ground.

The clothes of the woman were no longer important. Xiang Chaojue only had one thought in his mind