C114 Ornate Regression

It was a sound that would never be forgotten, like a violin playing on a spring day, graceful and warm.

However, this warmth was definitely not directed at him.

"Hello? "Hello?" Tang Weiwei asked again, seeing that there was no response from the other side.

Du du...

What answered her was the sound of the phone being cut off.

Tang Weiwei looked at her phone in confusion. Coincidentally