C117 The past Was like Smoke in the Wind

Qin Tine looked at Ho Liuyang and waited for him to come back.

One minute passed, but Ho Liuyang did not reply.

Qin Tine's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. She put down her hand and clenched it slightly. The wound on her palm was almost healed, but it still hurt a little. She thought of Ho Liuyang's expression when he bandaged her wound. At that moment... Her heart throbbed