Zhao Yinyang's body feels cold, like a dead man. I told monkey to find the power switch and turn on the light. Under the light, Zhao Yang lies on his back on the small bed. He has no breath. He is dead.
we are all so gloomy that...
Zhao Yinyang's body feels cold, like a dead man. I told monkey to find the power switch and turn on the light. Under the light, Zhao Yang lies on his back on the small bed. He has no breath. He is dead.
we are all so gloomy that...