PREVIEW
... sor in sight. Little Xinzhuo lay on the ground, with a relentless flow of blood from his abdomen. His diminutive frame was sprawled on the earth, his complexion deathly pale, blood soaking his clothes crimson.
"Ah Zhuo!"
Xin Lin rushed forward, parting the crowd.
"Xin Lin, this is the Yuheng Class’s classroom, what are you doing here?"
Chu Miaoyun’s face showed a hint of unnaturalness upon seeing Xin Lin.
"Who did this!"
Xin Lin’s gaze swept over t ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























