C58 Her Unwillingness

Music Hall "Beng!"

An ear-piercing sound rang out from the zither. Yu Qingcheng lowered her head in shock as she stared at the broken strings. A drop of blood suddenly emerged from the tip of his finger, growing bigger and bigger. It flowed down his finger and into the gap between his fingers. It was a shocking sight to behold.

"Aiya, Miss, your hand …" Hsing'er-ben