C34 I'm Sorry It's All My Fault
The light of dawn carried a warm taste, sweet, warm, faint yellow glow as it gently kissed the pure white bed.
The temperature and light that passed through the curtains were also warm and added to the ambiguous atmosphere.
Jian Ming's hands were tightly wrapped up because of the injuries. Like a dumpling, only the left forefinger and finger joint was not damaged
