If It Were Me, He Would Not Die Of Stomach Cancer

Cao Zhuzhu looked out the window. Her eyes seemed very calm, but for a moment, Su Ji did not know if it was an illusion, but she saw deep sorrow.

"It's hard to say." Su Ji walked to her side and leaned against the railing.

The two girls' arms touched, and they were equally cold.

Cao Zhuzhu was still holding Pei Song's cigarette box in her hand. She passed it to her, but Su Ji said that she did not smoke.

Cao Zhuzhu always thought that she did not look like someone who did not smoke, especially the first few times she had seen her, when they were still not familiar with each other.

She thought that Su Ji only did not smoke in front of Pei Huai. She looked like the kind of girl who would tattoo her collarbone, became seductive when she drank and smoked. No one could resist her.