C354 Chapter 354

Lu Minghui had been sprawled on the couch, empty bottle after empty bottle piling up in his hand. But the more he drank, the clearer his mind felt. That dead woman’s face kept surfacing again—how she’d died right there in his arms, whispering she was sorry, whispering she loved him...

His thoughts were a mess. He couldn’t understand why life had to be this cruel. After what happened this time