Li Jiaren felt that the world was quiet at the moment when the distant voice of Ning Zhi fell.

she can't hear anything, but in her head, she would rather go far. I need a woman of the opposite type to you to accompany me! Again and again, it reverberated in her mind.

at that moment, the color of her face faded, the blood of her body seemed to be frozen, as cold as being in the ice cellar.

her watery eyes were full of consternation, disbelief and sadness. After opening her mouth, Li found that her throat was bitter and she couldn't spit out a word.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't...