"Simin..." Yang Tian slowly opened his eyes and said softly. There was no human emotion in his tone. The eyes are empty and sharp, and there is no expression fluctuation on the cheek. On the corner of the mouth pulled up slightly, what emerges is not the usual evil smile, but a touch of cold murderous intention. At a glance, it will feel like the cold falling into the ice cave.

the pain in his body has disappeared, but the sharp pain in his heart is like a tear. He can't do such a simple action as laughing

no one can understand the pain in Poplar's heart. Chen Simin is...