Emotion is a complex thing.

I don't know if it's because of drinking too much wine that Shen yuecang's face of Xia Xia appears in his mind.

he looked up slightly, the light on his face, and whispered softly, "she is also like Zongxia."

Anze heard his words, raised his head and looked at him: "who?"

Shen yuecang had a look at him and didn't answer.

the two men didn't go back until very late. Shen yuecang watched Anze holding the back of Xiaoli, felt a little bit, and turned to get on the car.

the night wind is still cool. Shen yuecang drives aimlessly in the driver's seat. The...