C198 The Only Person I Love Is Zi Yan!

At this moment, in the same city's original home, Ling Shaotian sat on the sofa in a daze.

The lights in the living room were not turned on, and the curtains were not closed. The weak light from the street lamps shone through the window, and through the weak light, Ling Shaotian could barely see the expression on Ling Shaotian's face.

Dejected and experienced.

On the table beside the sofa