"Zuo Jiangqin, did you know..."
But at this moment, behind her, a nurse's voice suddenly echoed faintly.
Zuo Jiangqin widened her eyes, then turned around in a daze.
She saw behind her, the nurse silently removing the mask from her face, revealing a tear-streaked yet stunning face.
Yet at this moment, in her hand there wasn't just the removed mask...
There was also a dagger, glinting coldly.
"You..."
Gripping the dagger tightly, the nurse... or rather, Bai Yi looked at Zuo Jiangqin and said painfully,
"I regret it too...
"I regret being born into this world..."
[滴滴...嗒嗒...]
[滴滴...嗒嗒...]
Time, unchanging through eternity, not swayed by human will.
On the wall, the pendulum swayed, seemingly etching the same moment of Linmen repeatedly.
"Next, number 67. From Luqiao District, Ooi Taiji..."
In Luqiao District, an art gallery had been temporarily rented out.
