C241 Lymphadenoma

He turned his head to look at her. His eyes were filled with pity.

Qiao Mo Ran blankly stared into the distance. His pair of eyes were misty and misty, giving off an alluring charm. His eyes were clear and cold as they entered a pool of clear water. Her face was whiter than snow, without the slightest hint of blood, but she did not cry. She only seemed to be in a trance