C107 I Don't Get It

Jin Hao stood at the door and resisted the urge to hug her. He looked at the room that was less than ten square meters in front of him. There was a bed, a simple and crude table, and a chair. He looked at her body with a profound gaze and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that she was safe and sound.

However, when he saw that her head was wrapped in gauze and that her appearance was haggard