This Red is Blood Chapter 88

Jasper Ming almost thought that Arthur Yan was sitting on the recliner and was not basking in the cold moonlight, but the warm afternoon sun.

But seeing the other person like this, his heart was filled with a strange, full, and indigestible bad emotion.

This feeling was like the time when his father listened to his mother's advice and left him to the local toast to let him roam free.

Let a small gray shadow grow in the corner of your heart that cannot be touched or grasped.

But this feeling is different.