C255 Worry

After exiting the bar, Feng Cheng's heart had still not calmed down. His pair of sword-like brows were tightly knitted, and his originally rosy lips were now abnormally pale and powerless.

When he thought of the figure that had fled him in September and the strange look in her eyes when she looked at him, it made his heart ache unbearably, as if there were many heartworms at the tip of his heart