C27 Who else Could It be but You
4: 30 in the morning.
The darkest hour had passed, and the sky had turned white. There was a faint morning light shining through the window.
Gu Ying's fingers moved. Her wrist, which had been hung for the whole night, was no longer conscious. It was only after she was put down for more than ten minutes that she felt a prickling pain
