When he heard Cha Qing Luo's words, Nan jiateng's heart was moved, and his body tensed up.
After a long while, he sighed.
He didn't expect this to be the reason why his Qing Luo, who looked carefree, was actually the most sensible and considerate girl.
Sometimes, she was so confused that it made people want to laugh, and sometimes, she was so considerate that it made people feel warm.
Nan jiateng stood at the door, almost unable to stand still. This was the first time he had been so impatient. He wanted to go in and see Cha Qing Luo.
In fact, even if Nan jiateng didn't look at the wounds on Cha Qingluo's body, he could tell that the knife wounds on her body were not light just by hearing this.
How many times had she been stabbed?
Nan jiateng thought of that night when he had held Cha Qingluo in his arms. She had been bleeding in many places, and her clothes had been stained red with blood.
