believe that Jiang Qingran, that manipulative bitch, Parents... how... how could they not..." Xiang Yu didn't finish his sentence before he collapsed onto the table, letting out a snore.Toward the end..."What's wrong" He Hanchuan asked. 。 throat tightening, his heart feeling as if it were being clutched. Every breath felt labored."He Hanchuan, I'm dancing classical dance. Do you think that even if my legs are healed now, with this bod...