I saw the words of blood made up of Zhong Wan’er’s blood in the heart of that white hand, exposed to the morning light.
That is an L!
Alana looked at the words in his palm coldly.
The signal that Zhong Wan’er was struggling to leave at the last moment of her life must be more important, but what meaning does this L represent, whether it can be connected with the behind-the-scenes man in the capital…
It’s really hard to grasp.
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