C365 Sacred Technique of the Fish Dragon

At night, Qian Jiaojiao was playing the zither in the pavilion of the Qian Mansion. The deep disappointment and pain between her eyebrows had congealed into a layer of frost. Amidst the gloomy sound of the zither, her heart was filled with endless sadness.

Ding!

As Ye Han arrived, the strings between Qian Jiaojiao's fingers suddenly tightened, then broke