C273 Choice

"Su." Ye Zichen raised his arms with the intention of stroking her face, but was also afraid that it was just an illusion, so he just stared at her.

The nails on the ten fingers of the badly mutilated hand had already fallen off, leaving only bare flesh. Fresh blood dripped from the hand and gathered on the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

"Su, you've lost weight." Before he came