C78 Men Still Have Some Conscience

"Cough cough... Cough cough..." She couldn't help but cough softly as she endured the bone-corroding pain on her ankle. Her body slowly slid down from the sofa and limped towards the kitchen.

Pei Yihuan glanced at her a few times and then sat down on the sofa. His gaze fell on the painting that his assistant had brought in and focused on it.

The rain outside the window kept pouring down on me