Due to her frantic actions, the contents of the package also fell to the ground.
A black bone ash box, filled with something similar to bone ash, but whether it was real or not, Wanxin Su could not tell at the moment.
And in that bone ash, there was also a photo. The person in the photo was herself.
Wanxin Su's face turned pale, her hands trembling slightly.
She stared at the things on the ground for a while, before suddenly snapping back to reality, wiping her blood-stained hands with a tissue, and quickly walking outside with her bag.
The wound on her hand was a bit deep, and blood kept flowing out continuously.
Just as Chen Lei was about to come over to discuss something with her, he saw her pushing the door open with a wrong facial expression and holding a tissue soaked with blood, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
"What happened?"
