C412 He Was Talking to Himself

Wei Tiantian tossed her tablet aside and stood by the window, arms crossed. This time, she didn't open it, yet she felt colder than before—a chill that crept up her spine and consumed her entirely. Her body trembled involuntarily, and a wave of indescribable sorrow washed over her.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Tiantian wiped her cheeks