C880 Collapsed

Teng Yueming felt as if the sky had collapsed as well. No, the sky hadn't collapsed. It was his fault.

His God, clean, flawless, but now like this rainy night, repressed, sinful, with a palpitation of panic and nausea. What are those despair overflowing in the air? It was his love... Like a bubble, it shattered without leaving even a shadow.

Like all prosperity, it is always a hopeless decline