C179 Wu Jiucheng Is Really Dead

He seemed to have aged by ten times. His body reclined on the sofa like a dead man. The golden chandelier hung from the ceiling of the living room. The whole room was as yellow as autumn leaves. Xiao Dao sat beside Wu Jiucheng like a statue. Silence.

Yang Hai sat opposite him with his head lowered, his hands holding his hair. The air was messy and full of the smell of alcohol