C393 Yin Feiyue's Fear!

Time is like a knife, cutting the soul into pieces.

Love was like a knife, carving his heart to perfection.

The thick smell of alcohol filled the room, turning into a heart-wrenching poison.

Ye Kong was drunk, but his consciousness was still clear.

He held his phone and looked at the pictures with Yin Feiyue. He drank wine bit by bit, like a hysterical beast, roaring madly in his heart