Ashton Zhou and the Echoes of Fate Chapter 67

One week later, Beijing.

Ashton Zhou was sitting in the ward. His upper body looked very strong in the morning light, but his muscles were covered with various large and small scars.

Some of those wounds have almost healed, while others are still open in the air, and the bright red muscles and blood vessels under the skin can be clearly seen. However, he didn't care, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, and just looked at his open palms quietly.

There is a jade egg on it.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Landon Yu walked in, gently placing the cigarette case in his hand on the bedside table, "Old Zhou."