C808 Pain

It was another gloomy morning. For some reason, the sky was always gloomy, as if there would never be a clear day.

In the dilapidated house, Wei Ying opened her hazy eyes and frowned slightly. This was not her room. She was lying on Xin Lin's bed.

Xin Lin was different from the sloppy and unkempt him. He was a germaphobe. If he knew that she was lying on his bed