C205 Bu Guanghui

The room was dimly lit. Under the light, a man lay sprawled on the floor, his head hanging low, his face ashen. Jing Bao and Gao Chao both turned to the woman—

Jing Bao: "Didn't you say he was dead...?"

Gao Chao: "Why is he still alive...?"

They spoke simultaneously, then fell silent. The woman trembled, tears streaming down her face, the only sound in the room her soft sobbing