C85 If You Marry You Die(1)

Xia Ji sat in her room with her eyes closed, taking a nap.

The voice was clear and familiar. Just like the familiar face under the golden mask that day — and the look between his eyebrows, and the look in those eyes — although it was only a single encounter, she had never forgotten it again — because she did not need to think about it, she did not need to remember it, she was used to it