The white widow shivered and kept sticking to the wall behind her.
The sweat overflowing from the forehead has slipped into the eye socket along the edges and corners of the face.
The sour, astringent and stinging feeling makes the white widow who is already uncomfortable more uncomfortable.
Want to rub your eyes.
But facing Yi Zhonghai in front of her, the White Widow could not think of any action at all.
This scene in front of me is in contrast with the old memory.
She seems to have seen the wooden eyes before.
"Say."
Yi Zhonghai grabs the white widow's hair and pulls her face.
The body is still squatting