"Come back to life."
You are standing in front of Bing Yan's room, inside the black club.
Just as he was about to reach out and knock on the door, the person in front of him opened the door a step faster than him. "What's the matter?" Bing Yan asked as if he had already known that you would come.
You looked at him innocently. "...Senior Bing Yan, this is yours, right?" You placed the thing you were holding in your right hand on your palm and wanted to hand it over to Bing Yan.
However, the reply in return was so strange. It was not as you imagined. TheTong Lang's split body did not come from Bing Yan's hands.
"It's not mine." Bing Yan was a little annoyed and pulled down the rubber gluten tied to her soft silver hair. Her tone was very impatient.
But... there were some questions that
