Too gentle

An Xiaowan took a deep breath and endured the bitterness in her throat. She quickly walked to his bed and sat down gently.

"Luo Chen, Qianqian."

she opened her mouth and called out softly.

For some reason, the way Jing luochen lay there reminded an Xiaowan of her father, an yanmo.

that was the scene she was most afraid of, but she had to see it every day all those years.

how come even jing luochen was in a coma?

was it the black robe organization again?

although lu bei had said that this was ni huan's scheme ... however, no matter how an xiaowan thought about it, she felt that only the black robe organization could produce such a strong drug. it was their style!

Ni Huan should have joined hands with the black robe organization long ago.

An Xiaowan sat there, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but reach out to touch Jing luochen's face.

Pale and weak, she looked more like a lifeless, perfect painting.