Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,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.,"Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Ask yourself, how have I treated you these past few years"。