As soon as the night came back to his room, the indifference on his face was replaced by pain.

The beautiful eyebrows of the night were twisted together at the thought that Mu Xiaoqi had just asked him to consider letting them go.

Her eagerness to leave made his chest almost breathless.

I don't know when it started. His chest sometimes suffered from depression, which now seems to be at the top.

"Cough and cough!" Nightscape seems to be afraid of being heard outside the door, low cough, but cough does not seem to ease his chest tightness.

He simply put his fist against his chest and stopped coughing, but...