C197 Vile Dream

Xu Bing actually wasn't asleep at all. When Zhang Jiayang's car drove downstairs, she saw it. She was standing alone at the bedroom window, holding a glass of red wine to pour.

Looking at the dark sky and the moth under the street light, Xu Bing felt sad. Ever since she knew that Zhang Jiayang had someone else in his heart, she had been sad. The woman was more beautiful and capable than she was