Su Yan was stunned. He looked at Xu Qingluo in disbelief, as if he hadn’t heard what she had just said.
“So, don’t like a person like me.” Xu Qingluo touched her pipa, and her gentle gaze didn’t seem to be like killing someone in her mouth.
Involuntarily, Su Yan’s eyes fell on the snow-white pipa along her slender fingers. She was too gentle and obsessed when she was holding the pipa, like, like… “Your Pipa…”
Xu Qingluo glanced at him, then looked at Pipa, and said faintly: “Yes, this is the bone of the person I love.”
“After I killed him, I dug up his tomb and took out his bones to make this pipa.” A finger was gently picked on the strings, and the sound of the piano was very pleasant. “Otherwise, how would this song be called the White Bone Sound.”
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