C380 The Hope of Luck

T City, late at night.

After Jing Liyuan coaxed Jing Yanxi to sleep, he sat alone in the living room and lightly pecked on the red wine. His tall body was somewhat dispirited as he laid on the sofa. The red wine glass was already empty and his pair of phoenix eyes were calm and silent.

Five years, five years. He searched almost every place that she might appear, every place that she might go