Butong looked at the mobile phone, clear eyes full of confusion.

back?

if he does come back?

she never thought about this if, because imagination will become expectation, expectation will become disappointment, disappointment will become deeper pain.

Butong stopped the thought in his mind, raised his hand, pushed his hand away, poured himself wine, poured it into his stomach, and finally he was a little drunk, closed his eyes and rested on the sofa.

Li Jingchen can't stand this kind of suffering any more. He drops his cell phone, kneels in front of her and reaches for her face.

before he could get close, there was a knock at the...