C35 The Forgotten Golden Keke.

Jin Keke almost fainted from the pain. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Her small face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Congratulations, your wound cracked open again!" Fong Ziming's cold voice did not contain a hint of joy. His words were filled with schadenfreude.

Fong Ziming checked Jin Keke's wound. The sutured wound split open once again. The wound was ferocious and bloody