Out of the restaurant, it was late at night, the heavy rain turned into a light rain, dripping like cattle hair.

Zhuge Yun was so drunk that he was helped into the carriage by two guards and went slowly all the way. Danxuan was also drunk on his face, dressed in cashmere and hat, until Zhuge Yun's carriage disappeared in the haze, he slowly retracted his eyes, but it was a sigh...

At this time, his mind is all about Ling Xin, the girl is still alive today, suffering from pulse disorder, it should be difficult to survive, but Dan Xuan still has a trace of expectation, looking forward to...