C22

Zhao Xue's voice was like thorny vines, slowly, bit by bit, it pierced through our skin and flesh, charging into our hearts, strangling our hearts tighter and tighter, until we couldn't even breathe, and died from suffocation.

I took a deep breath and clenched my fists tightly. I turned around and looked at Shen Tuo.

I gravely glanced at Shen Tuo, and just as I was about to say something