C813 Spring

Soon enough, a bottle of red wine ran out. Luo Xinghe's mood seemed to have improved, but he could still see a hint of grief and grief in her eyes. She took out a tissue from her beige bag and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, saying in a low voice, "Thank you. I've been nagging for so long."

Ye Huang smiled. "This is my honor. No one else would have thought of it