Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,"Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Ask yourself, how have I treated you these past few years","I will still bear your mother's curses, for without a child, I have become the sinner of the Shen family."。