C641 Don't you have a kiss

Wearing an unchangeable black cotton pajamas, an old man sat upright on the sofa. His dried claws gently grinded the edge of the cup, and his already pale face was covered in wrinkles, his micron pupils were filled with crisscrossing bloody lines, and his face had a sickly white color, as if he had aged a lot compared to before.

This person was Li Chonghuan