Childish, truly childish to death.
Qin Zhao looked emotionlessly at the little octopus, wanting to kick it off the balcony.
But then she thought of Chu Yan's aggrieved, teary expression, and she withdrew her long leg.
Today, during their scuffle, her emotions were quite intense, and she was harsh.
She remembered that Chu Yan even vomited blood, right?
Had he taken any medicine?
Thinking about this, Qin Zhao felt as if cat claws were scratching at her heart.
This guy had sent her so much medicine, he surely hadn't taken any himself, had he?
According to her understanding of Chu Yan, it was very likely he would do such a foolish thing.
Realizing her concern for him, Qin Zhao only then understood that she still wanted to trust him.
"It better not have been you."
Looking into the dense darkness of the night, Qin Zhao murmured to herself.
But if it wasn't Chu Yan who killed the master, then who could it be?
