C102 The Wound

Xiao Heng and I waited downstairs for about ten minutes before Wang Xiaoxiao rushed over with a guitar on her back.

The way she ran was very strange and awkward. When she got closer, she saw that her face was as white as a piece of paper.

I stretched out my hand to grab the guitar that Wang Xiaoxiao hung on her back.

Wang Xiaoxiao instantly moved. She subconsciously wanted to dodge