C172 Memory

Cang Xi hugged her heavily injured posture as she quickly dashed forward. Looking at the tragic figure in her arms, the corners of Cang Xi's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and her warm eyes were filled with deep pity.

As she spoke, her body became colder and colder. The white coat that she wore was dyed blood-red. Cang Xi stuck her hand on Shi Yan's vest