But he loved her so much that he wanted to imprison her, but he was afraid of hurting her and letting her go, but it was like drawing on his heart with a knife.

When the bottle was taken away, Hai Zhuoxian sat beside him and complained, "Good wine has been spoiled."

"A cup?" Ye Nianmo shook at him with another goblet and said with a smile.

Hai Zhuohuan took the cup away. "No, I'll leave soon and tell Ziyue a bedtime story."

Ye Nianmo shrugged his shoulders and, reluctantly, stood up and walked out.

"read ink." Hai Zhuohuan called to him, "If you see someone in your dream, you...