C152 Black clothed evil spirit red clothed raksha

Hearing Zhao Mingzhe's words, Ye Minghua's heart was moved. Within his beautiful eyes, there were faint traces of tears flashing, and as they looked more crystalline, he unhesitatingly placed his small hand into Zhao Mingzhe's palm.

Perhaps it was because the consecutive huge changes had disturbed Ye Minghua's state of mind, but Zhao Mingzhe felt that Ye Minghua's small hand was extremely cold