C385 Xiangyang City

In the City of Light, Kung Ziqian was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face.

The weather was finally sunny for a few days, but last night, there was a sudden snowstorm.

The cold air outside the window squeezed into the room through the gap, which made Kung Ziqian's face pale even more.

The adjutant carried a blanket over Kung Ziqian and covered him with it