Xi Rubao's tone was so persistent.
So much so that Gu Shiyin could only stand a meter away, barely seeing a bit of Zuzi's profile leaning on the table through Xi Rubao's obstructing arms.
Her skin was like congealed fat.
Her face resembled new snow.
Even the shadows of her tightly closed eyelashes cast on her skin were flawless and so beautiful.
Even though she didn't want to admit it, Zuzi's comatose appearance was indeed too... both endearing and so exquisitely beautiful that it commanded respect, making others wary of disturbing her.
No wonder a group of old professors were surrounding Zuzi, but none dared to touch her casually, or even speak loudly.
Gu Shiyin felt uncomfortable inside.
She was eager to confirm whether Zuzi was dead or alive.
