The bustling bar is full of endless lights. Some people sang and danced lightly on stage, while others were indulged in luxury off stage. Zhou Yi was drunk. And he was still drunk. I suddenly returned to the dark home from the bustling place, and my mood was really not very good. The one in the family still hasn't come back. The room was as quiet as death. Zhou Yizai had long been tired of this feeling, but often she was unable to break free.
In the depths of Zhou Yi's heart, there has always been a voice that wants to say: Let's leave. Letting others go is actually letting yourself go. But over the years, when Zhou Yi finally made up his mind to make a cut, the man didn't know what was going on, but instead he would get entangled. Zhou Yi often lives alone in memories and past memories. And letting men hurt themselves is completely useless.
The room is so quiet. So much so that Zhou Yi was really afraid of this bad feeling. I turned on the TV casually and finally got a little popularity in the room.
will not be continued.
