Shen Zhao breathed his last breath amidst the severe pain of broken fingers and broken bones.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the Peach Blossom Banquet that year.
She tremblingly touched her intact right hand - the finger bones that Xiao Jin had crushed inch by inch were still there.
The person who bullied her and humiliated her in her previous life was smiling, but the man who dragged her into hell...
At this moment, across the spring scenery of the garden, he locked his venomous eyes on her.
"Qingqing's bones, what pattern should I carve this time?"
