C311 Each has its own plan(part iii)

"Chan Juan, Chan Juan …"

"Haha …"

"Chan Juan, don't go …"

"Ah …" "Princess Jie Wei, don't look for me. You, you committed suicide, it has nothing to do with me …"

On the intertwined Persian carpet, Solurian was lying drunk on the carpet with a wine jug in his hand. Saliva and alcohol flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his body was stained with spots and stains