A flower on a high mountain outside, but a yandere on the inside
Looking at the crowd of people in front of him, Zhuang Wangcheng was just about to reply when he was hit by a force from behind and hit the wall, and his phone also fell with the movement.
I just thought that my eyesight was very good, but in the blink of an eye, I found that Zhuang Wangcheng was the only one left in the corridor that was blocked a few seconds ago, and except for the lamp above his head, everything below was dark.
Sang Yuxing was wearing a high-end black tuxedo with a violin on his back. He was leaning against the door of the stairwell with his arms and legs crossed. He nodded to Zhuang Wangcheng, "Hi."
Intention: Youthful spirit