C783 Only This Time Could Make Her Hate Him

Le Youyou's white sleeves were soaked in blood.

A long and slender arm was hanging by the bedside without any signs of life.

Under the sickbed, a dagger that was stained with blood fell to the ground and was soaked in a pool of blood.

Yeh Zhan suddenly remembered that just now, Le Youyou's hand was holding her abdomen, her face full of pain