C36 No trace of spring dream

Thirty-six Spring Dreams No Traces.

Tang Xiaoning's laughter was crisp and clear, her expression was like a blossoming flower, and her actions were graceful and unique.

It was as if she wasn't facing a gun that could instantly take someone's life, but an embroidery needle. She only stretched out two fingers, wanting to grip onto the barrel of the gun.

Chen Fei stood between the two of them