it's her, the corpse of the glaze field, the woman who pretended to be the doctor who killed dibiao.
my first thought was to catch up, but I forbear. I looked at my watch. I had been in the garden for more than half an hour. Maybe we...
it's her, the corpse of the glaze field, the woman who pretended to be the doctor who killed dibiao.
my first thought was to catch up, but I forbear. I looked at my watch. I had been in the garden for more than half an hour. Maybe we...