Yezimo had never been so lonely. No, he took a deep breath.

"Zhixuan, I'm scared."

For the first time, Hai Zhixuan heard Ye Zimo talk about his fear. He took a cigarette of Ye Zimo and took a sip and said, "Zimo, I don't know about it. Now it's not the same as before. I'm afraid that if she knew Zhong Yuquan's death, Zimo, you'd hide it for a lifetime?"

Ye Zimo turns his head and looks at the room not far away. I mean, do you know that he will leave me later?

He's not sure.

"Zimo, I don't know, a previous connotation, now a connotation, not good to...