C347 Thought Terminal Disease

Instead, the city had turned into a dilapidated building filled with weeds and desolation.

There was only one person living here.

It was Hee Xinsui. She was holding her walking stick and walking with difficulty. A black cloth was covering her face.

A pair of eyes that were filled with despair shot out looks of unwillingness as they looked at the ruined building.

"Did I, Hee Xinsui