Sixty-one

and the gauze on his chest was all stained red. He took out the medicine box, used scissors to cut open the gauze, he himself had strained when he went upstairs, the wound had cracked, but it wasn't...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."rhaps by tricking them to come to the Mo family once, Mo Yao might feel a sense of familiarity. 。After all, the time he spent here took up two-thirds of his life. 。This is the place where Mok Yao feel...