Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the past three days. It was a harsh winter, and her body had long since grown weak from the cold.,Su Qingyu's heart sank, and she asked, "What do you want to do",For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。