C76 Madame Laure's Portrait(12)

The cubicle was as dark and damp as ever and smelled of mold. A corner of the sandbag had been cut open and the sand inside had been tempted to slip out and fall to the ground.

The two people who were full of injuries and energy leaned against each other's backs, looking for a place to lean on.

After Wai Heng broke through his inner demons, he did not feel relaxed. Instead