C912 Tens of Thousands of People
Shen Yun'an raised his head. His eyes were as black as ink and his face looked as if it was painted in white. Black was black and white was white.
"I don't want to play anymore. I'm tired, I'm sleeping."
When Baili Chen came back, he saw Ji Rao lazily curled up on a chair. Recently, his eyelids had sunk to the point where he couldn't even open his mouth anymore. He used to be cold and aloof