Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,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.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。