C505 The Twisted Gu Xiurann

In a quaint, European-style three-story building, Ann Xiaomin sat by the second-floor window, watching the bustling street below. Her eyes were particularly fixed on Gu Xiurann, who was busy unloading goods for the supermarket.

Gu Xiurann looked nothing like his former self. Dressed in a black T-shirt and black shorts, with flip-flops on his feet, his fair skin stood out among the crowd