C213 Chasm

Qin Zhiyuan looked at the painted yellow, green, and green hair in front of him. A trace of grief appeared in his heart. He hated himself for being so close to her, so eager to help her, but she had always treated him as someone else, someone who had never shown weakness to him, who had rarely asked him for help. It was as if as long as he helped her, she would owe him a huge favor