C70 Death of Heart(2)

Xia Ji's body, which was pressed up against the door, slowly slid to the ground. Only now did he feel an unforgettable pain. The bruises on his wrist, the blood on his face, and his bitten lips … She saw the small bundle she had packed long ago in the corner. It had come in high spirits and had gone in a dusty state.

By then, it would already be morning