C578 I Am Not Someone else

Han Muzi stopped holding the phone. She opened her eyes wide and stopped breathing.

The man behind her held her arm. The heat from his palm was transmitted over through her clothes but Han Muzi only felt cold.

Cold rose from the soles of her feet, as if she was in a world of ice and snow.

Ye Moxuan's voice carried a cold chill as it brushed past her ears.

"Wearing a mask