C187 Familiar Strangers

Soong Qianyi felt much more at ease when she heard the church bell.

She wrapped her coat tightly and felt the cold wind. Soong Qianyi's gaze swept across the roof of the church. Her eyes narrowed and her expression gradually became blurred. Her jet-black hair was blown by the wind and brushed past her face.

Where she stood was like a painting.

"It's time to leave