C799 Our Child

Jingshu would never have thought that when she came out to drink coffee, she would meet Zi, this woman!

In broad daylight, Zi was still wearing a black kimono. Her face was as white as paper and her lips were red. At a glance, she really looked like a seductive ghost.

Jingshu felt that a female ghost was not enough to describe Zi but the words Black Impermanence was more appropriate