C232 It Was a Firework of a Different Color

If it was a different voice, then why was it so familiar?

It was as if two hands were grabbing her chest, pulling out again and again, causing her to feel suffocated.

Lou Zhiwei was shocked. She pushed him away and said, "What do you mean I'm me? I'm still a different colour from fireworks!" If you don't want to say it, then forget it