In the ward, a voice called Qi He softly in his ear. The half-asleep Qi He was woken up. He flicked his long white hair and opened the door. The creaking sound of the door echoed through the entire corridor, making it even more terrifying. Qi He followed the voice to the rooftop and opened the door. There was a vortex behind the door. The person in the vortex turned around and smiled gently at Qi He.
A witty beauty, a little bit crazy, a bit aloof, but not very doting on his wife, inhumane attack
