C92 Asura Arena

The noises in the bar are deafening, men and women on the dance floor, singing and dancing.

Xiang Lin had already drank half a bottle of red wine and kept flipping the phone screen to read Yin Zimeng and Jing Beichen's article more than a dozen times. Tears fell into the cup and her eyes had unknowingly swollen from crying.

The bartender wanted to say a few more words of advice