C125 Chapter 125

The wine was sweet in my throat, and I watched him sleep in silence, my fingers still holding his hand, and I could not bear to let go of him, and I was reliant on it, and I thought it would be difficult to let go.

I was still afraid, dreaming the moment I fell asleep. The speed of the car was fast, I screamed, and then there was a lot of blood, the glass stabbed into my head