C1122 A Message

The bartender felt as if he had fallen into a maze. He didn't dare to think deeper into it.

Bo Qian sat in his seat, holding a cup of wine, and silently closed his eyes.

Still, there was nothing he could do.

His mood was still very bad.

That uneasiness was still there.

Mu Shinian still kept appearing in his mind. He could not forget it no matter how hard he tried. He could not let it go