And at this moment, someone walked in front of her, crouched down, and handed her a few tissues.
The person's fingers were very beautiful, pale and translucent, with long, slender joints, even the fingernails meticulously groomed, the tips white and bright, while the pads showed a faint blush, as if finely carved and polished.
Following that hand, she looked up and saw Jiang Jinsang's face, chilling her to the bone.
"Jinsang...Jinsang."
"Wipe your face," he said, his voice gentle, deep, and magnetic.
Zhuang Rao's current plight was ultimately related to him. Even though the person in front of her bore the harmless look of an immortal, she dared not look him directly in the eye.
How cruel-hearted she had seen him be!
Her body shivering, she dared not take anything from his hand.
"I actually feel quite sorry for you."
"Do you realize how foolish one must be to be used by others over and over again?"
