C107 Gradually Awakening Memory

The curtains in the suite were not fully drawn.

The rainstorm slammed heavily against the French windows, and the furious howls of the wind sent chills down one's spine in the middle of the night.

"Second Brother, Second Brother …"

The room was dark, and the low, hoarse cries were the last hope.

"Pata!"

Bao Muchuan barged in and turned on all the lights in the room