Xiao Jiong hesitated, the muscles on his face trembling slightly.
"Brother Xiao Jiong, this island has a beautiful scenery, I'll definitely come back. I hope to see you again next time."
Xiao Jiong slowly extended his hand. He was still wearing black leather gloves and didn't seem to plan on taking them off.
This behavior was impolite, Bai Xiao frowned slightly, feeling a bit odd.
During the handshake, Bai Xiao noticeably felt something different. Her heart suddenly sank: "Why do you always wear gloves?"
"Because..." Xiao Jiong's eyes became complicated.
"Injured?" Bai Xiao asked.
Xiao Jiong nodded: "Yes."
Bai Xiao's heart tightened instantly: "Can I take a look?"
Xiao Jiong slowly removed the glove. The hand was covered with scars, with only three fingers remaining.
Bai Xiao's heart ached: "Were you injured before?"
"Yes, injured, disfigured," Xiao Jiong said.
"And your voice? Was it damaged by something?"
"No, the voice is congenital," said Xiao Jiong.
