Yun Duoduo played the piece, which unexpectedly captivated Ye Qiu.
The sorrowful mood was like sharp daggers continuously piercing Ye Qiu's heart.
In Ye Qiu's mind, a beautiful face often reappeared.
A face he could never forget.
A face that made him deeply understand what it means for fate to toy with someone.
The face that pained Ye Qiu so much was Phoenix!
"Haha, hearing such a song at this time, is this...mockery?" Ye Qiu laughed self-deprecatingly, suddenly lifting his arm and fiercely pouring the white wine in his hand into his mouth.
The fiery liquor flowed down his throat and into his stomach.
If a normal person drank a glass like that so forcefully, they would definitely feel like their whole body was on fire.
But Ye Qiu felt nothing.
He just wanted to use it as a way to numb himself.
"Ye Qiu..." noticed Ye Qiu's expression, guessing that Ye Qiu missed someone very much.
