C193 The ghost of the butterfly lady

The moonlight was faint, and the poplar trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, as if someone was waving his hands.

Having just escaped from a calamity, Li Shaopeng appeared to be in a sorry state. He lowered his head and walked along a small path outside the school with his "savior" ChenLihua.

He didn't even dare raise his head to look at her