Bai Xintong's mind was in a mess, and all she could think of was yang manqin.
It was the image of yang manqin saving her. His face was so pale, and his hands had turned transparent.
He was still coughing.
He said succubus race. How was he now?
Bai Xintong's mind was filled with these thoughts as she worried about yang manqin.
At this moment, Bai Xintong's mind was filled with thoughts of yang manqin, and her heart was clenched. She was very worried about yang manqin, and she missed him very much.
In that moment of life and death, she clearly knew what kind of feelings she had for yang manqin, but she really didn't have the chance to say it.
She didn't have the time to tell him.
At this moment, Bai Xintong was holding a cup of tea in her hands. Her entire body was cold.
Because she missed yang manqin so much, her eyes were brimming with tears.
She rarely cried, but at this moment, she could not help but cry.
