C228 Precious Things Are Always Lost

The Blue Bar was now in a state of depression.

Ye Berlin rarely went there either.

But occasionally he went upstairs and looked at the rooms that were filled with his memories.

Then he recalled the days and nights when Feensnow had been here.

His tears streamed down as he caressed the place where she sat every time, as well as the table and chairs that bore the imprint of her love