author:alone
state:serializing
brief introduction:
Qiao Qian's fingers turned icy cold: "I don't believe it! I want to confront Zhou Zhe face-to-face!","What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours",Just turn and run, without any looking back, running blindly forward, just hoping to get away from all this as quickly as possible.。