C391 Mutual Harm

A-Jiao remained silent. Her clothes were in tatters, and her hair was on her shoulders. Sweat and tears had soaked her hair. A wry smile suddenly appeared on A-Jiao's face. "My feelings are exactly the same as yours!" She suddenly covered her tears, fearlessly raised her head and looked at her, and then coldly spoke, as if the havoc he had caused her just now had never happened, "General