At the dinner table, Yan Ruochang's mood was somewhat depressed, but she pretended to be indifferent and smiled: "Chen, it's okay. I guess that's the result. I tried so many times before I labored... Even if there's a match for me, there's still a reaction.

Fanned his eyes, Yan Ruo-lu said lightly, "If you really can't see... That's just my life, huh-huh!"

Longyaochen looked at her like this, slightly frowned on her sword eyebrow and said calmly, "Sam said there is still a chance."

Yan Ruocheng shook his head, grinned bitterly at the corners of his mouth, without refutation but without expectation. He just took a deep breath from his...