C435 Think about It in the Future

He didn't eat anything at night, and he spat out wine, too. In the end, he couldn't even spit out anything, and Yem Jingshen felt powerless. He slowly squatted down, and the dim light of the road shone on his back. He was lonely and lonely. His eyes were wet, and he held his stomach with his hands. He unconsciously muttered, "Huan, Huan..