Qingye could do nothing with the two nagging people beside her. She shoved half a milky, fragrant flatbread into Zhang Qiling's hand and said, "Take a look at the person we saved. He's got good luck—I didn't get what I wanted, but he ended up taking it instead."
Zhang Jiuri was currently wiping the man's face. The bloody tears on his face had already dried, and after pouring a bit more water, he finally got him clean. Hearing Qingye's words, he couldn't help recalling the shadow that had surged into this man's body from that wall.
He gave an inexplicable shudder, cast a furtive glance at Qingye, and silently threw away the dirty rag without a word.
Chapter 500