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In the bar, the music was deafening.

As for Zhou Mingfan's eyes, they were slowly being shrouded by the dim light …

In his eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu's figure and face were everywhere.

There were those who were happy, those who were happy, those who were uncomfortable, and those who were in pain …

Regardless of which side it was, it was as if Zhou Mingfan had been viciously stabbed in the heart