C413 Gambling My Life

Yue Mochen withdrew all the emotions in his body. At this moment, he was as quiet as a statue. His eyes were calm, filled with tenderness and determination. His ink-black pupils fell on Shen Xingwan's slightly tilted face. The corner of his mouth was filled with bitterness, and the pain in his heart was like a knife cutting.

Shen Xingwan pressed her finger hard on the wheelchair