The person who was able to let Jiang Weide put the photo in his room must be a very close person, right? Yan Qingqian thought about the time Jiang Weide fainted, she seemed to know why.
The sour taste spread in Yan Qingqian's heart. It was unclear, but it clearly caused her heart to ache.
His ten fingers were connected to his heart, and the pain in his heart was finally transmitted from his fingertips to the pain sensation in his brain. Yan Qingqian the pain, she held her finger in her mouth. The smell of blood spread in her mouth, but the blood could not stop.
"Bang——" The door was forcefully opened, smashing into the wall and making a huge sound. She was startled Yan Qingqian and took a step back. Her foot stepped on the fallen glass residue, and the glass residue immediately pierced
