C42 His Heart Was Burning like Fire

At one o'clock in the morning, Yeh Yufan was brought into a bar by Ji Jing'an.

Deafening rock music, a young body dancing in a group of devils, thick and fragrant scent of alcohol, it made people easily sink into it, forgetting the pain and worries in their hearts.

In a corner seat, Yeh Yufan sat motionless. In her hand was a bottle of freshly opened hard liquor