C445 Colour rehearsal

"…" Xu Ningzhou raised his hand to rub the back of her head. He wanted to change the topic, but he knew that he couldn't avoid it now.

In the midst of her silence, Qing Huan suddenly felt that she was rubbing salt on Xu Ningzhou's wound. She first averted her gaze, got up, and changed the topic, "Let me see what's in the fridge."

"I trusted him before." Xu Ningzhou tightly held her arm and said