C532 Young Master

That day, Cen Zhi was prescribing a prescription for herself. She still wanted to live a bit longer, so she couldn't just die from illness like that.

As Cen Zhi did not hide anything, Ye Lixiao could see everything clearly.

Cen Zhi's calligraphy did not resemble her at all.

On the surface, it looked delicate and soft. However, the words it wrote were majestic and majestic