C181 Foot

Cold water flowed through the tip of his finger, taking away the last bit of the boy's temperature.

The transparent glass cup was almost invisible under the water. Qiao Yihuan curled up his icy cold fingertips and lightly knocked on the glass cup that had already been washed clean. His ink-black eyes revealed a hint of ridicule.

As long as he let go of it and let it fall to the ground