Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

For the past three days, she hadn't eaten or drunk anything. It was a harsh winter, and her body couldn't take it anymore.,A crisp click of the lock echoed from outside, followed by the slow creak of the door opening. But the person who entered was unexpected to Su Qingyu.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。