C317 Intentional

Luo Jianjian looked at the sadness and grievance in Lin Mei's eyes. She couldn't come up with any rational conclusion.

"I want to believe you!" But how do you explain this blade? "

Luo Jianjian turned around and took the cloth bag from Lin Zimo's hand. Then, she opened it and showed Lin Mei the short, blood-stained wooden sabre