C147 Wound Healing

Zhao Lingqiu gently shook his hand off as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. The blood on her face was like a jade bottle that had been sealed for many years, leaving a scar. Zhao Lingqiu walked forward with a blank expression on her face. Although her steps were slow, they were exceptionally firm. She had no intention of stopping.

If she couldn't be called six times in the world