Walking along a gloomy corridor, Ming Ruochu was truly startled by the hundred inflatable dolls by the roadside, growing more anxious with each step.
Mu Zhuoshen, what a strange habit, how could he put such things by the roadside, it's terrifying.
After a while, Ming Ruochu arrived at the backyard, from afar she saw a thin figure hidden among the flowers.
She couldn't see his face, but it was clear that he had lost a lot of weight, he looked like a walking skeleton.
The man held a small shovel, at this moment he was weeding for the flowers.
"Yuxin…" Ming Ruochu couldn't help but call out his name.
The man's body trembled, he turned around suddenly, blinking uncertainly, wondering if he had seen wrong.
No, no!
It must be an illusion…
Could it be that the drug craving has returned???
Thinking of this, Tang Yuxin raised the small shovel high, forcefully sticking it into the scarred back of his hand.
