A past that can't be erased!

After hanging up the phone, Xia Ning looked at the huge room and mulled over the words she had just heard on the phone. Saint Maria's Cathedral. Images flashed through her mind. Blood, blood was everywhere.

A certain emotion in her heart was on the verge of bursting out. Her hands clutched the bed sheet tightly, the veins on her forehead bulging, and she broke out in cold sweat. Her eyes were wide open, and her body could not stop trembling. Suddenly, she held her head, and tears kept falling. She muttered to herself,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

At this moment, the phone that she had thrown aside suddenly rang.

She looked at the phone coldly and was about to smash it when she saw the caller ID. It was Zheng Ziming.

She clenched her phone tightly and tried to control her emotions. After a long time, she managed to control herself and picked up the phone.