C674 Scoundrel

In the ward …

Han Jiuzhou quietly gazed at Zhang Yinuo. What a good young lady. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. Why bother coming to the Jianghu? Why leave bruises all over her body?

To him, the bandages, the black bloodstains that seeped out of his skin and solidified, were all emotions? It was a debt!

Lying on the bed