Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before I got married, I was locked inside.,She hasn't eaten or drunk anything for the past three days. It's winter again, and her body can't take it anymore.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, her face cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。