C21 The Anniversary of His Good Friend's Death

It was late at night. Lu Xiaoning also took off his boxing gloves. He looked at the abrasions on his fingers and went straight to the washing table to wash them. The water washed the wounds, and the pain spread throughout his entire body bit by bit.

Meng Yuxin, who had bathed for half a day, did not wait for Lu Xiaoning. She could not help feeling confused and anxious like a cat scratching