Luo SuiFeng was silent.
Why drink?
Why fall into despair?
Perhaps because his only true friend had died, and the person he loved was drifting further and further away from him.
Life was already a scene of gray and gloom.
Hope was nowhere to be seen.
Wen Rou certainly understood why Luo SuiFeng was like this.
She deliberately said, "It was the bar waiter who called me last night. He said he first called the Mù Qiānxún in your phone, but Qianxun didn't answer. Then he called me. SuiFeng, is there something happening between you and Qianxun?"
Luo SuiFeng felt his heart take a heavy blow.
Then he let out a bitter smile.
"Of course, she wouldn't answer the call. She wouldn't care about me. I'm such a trash; even I don't respect myself."
Wen Rou patted his shoulder, "SuiFeng, don't be like this. Qianxun certainly didn't do it on purpose. Your past emotions were so deep, she wouldn't not answer your call. She must be facing something."
Luo SuiFeng merely smiled bitterly.
