The song, heard in Chu Yan's deep ear, pointed to the knuckled hand and shook it. The blue tendons were exposed. It was anger. He didn't want to see Yan Ruoxue sad, but he saw it after all.

he took the bottle on the table and poured out a glass of wine. It was hot and poured down his throat. His face was very gloomy and terrible.

women's fragile voice continues to permeate with the tune, spreading the sadness of the whole box

the foam under the sun is colorful, like I was cheated, happy, what is right and wrong, your lies...

beautiful bubbles, although a flash of fire, all...