Wen Zhao felt an aura of extreme despair.

That terrifying sense of oppression, Wen Zhao immediately looked at Bai Cha.

"Hurry up, something isn't right outside."

White tea has seen his heart.

But in fact, the dagger had been pierced into the heart.

She glanced at Wen Zhao.

"I feel like you've been lied to."

"What?"

Bai Cha stabbed the dagger deeper into the heart with a fierce force

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