C658 He Was like a Devout Believer

Qin Wanzheng fell onto the lawn and her right wrist made a slight sound.

She had a fracture.

If not for the buffer of the big tree, she would have fallen to her death by now.

The second before she fell, she saw a man she dreamt of.

He was like a poppy, addicting. Even though he knew it was a cliff in front of him, he still couldn't help but step into it, doomed beyond redemption