C791 Identity Exchange

In front of him is the sea, the wild wolves sweeping the waves, making a tsunami.

It was as if there was a man's voice calling out to her from the depths of the sea, "Youyou. . . "

This must be Gong Mingchuan calling her. . .

He was alone in hell. He had been cold, but he had been lonely. Did he need her to accompany him?

Her mind was in a trance, and her vision was blurred by blood red