purple yellow

I can't even tell if it's because of the cold, or because of the long-suppressed resentment in Qian Qian's heart.

Annoyance would erupt, and Zhan Zhao suddenly felt as if he had been severely whipped, and also felt as if he had stepped over the limit.He seemed to be no longer calm, and his heart felt like a raging fire was being lit, forcing him to yell impulsively at any time.He felt that the words he wanted to say had been sent from his abdominal cavity to his throat, but he didn't know what he would yell out.Maybe the first sentence will be - "I've had enough!" (Zero: [touch head] Be good~~~~~~~~~ Zhao Zhao, I've had enough too.)

However, again.He still couldn't utter a word.Because Bai Yutang's next sentence made his heart shake again.

"It's a good thing you're alive. It feels good to be alive."

Bai Yutang, are you pretending to be asleep?

Or are you really drunk.Alcohol has washed you into a blank sheet of paper, and now you are living more and more, are all the words and expressions your true heart?

Sure enough, you are an out-and-out little bastard, little rascal, little rascal.

But whatever it is, I don't want to lose this friendship.It turned out that I was poorer and deprived than I thought...