C389 The Redemption of Obsessive-compulsive Illness(1)

Qin Qin just held Chiang Zixi's hand and knelt beside her, his eyes empty.

Only when the temperature in his palm slowly turned cold did he slowly come back to his senses.

His turbid eyes seemed to become more and more turbid, but he smiled. His hand gently stroked Chiang Zixi's white hair.

"What are you thanking me for? I am the one who should be thanking you