C108 The color of wind

"Mr. Yan, please recite this poem for me once more …"

"At that time, we had a dream. It was about literature, about love, about travelling across the world. Now, we drink in the middle of the night, and when the cups meet, the sound of our dreams shattering …"

Yan Ge turned even deeper and started to sob even louder.

Su Changtian noticed this and frowned, his eyes filled with doubt