Wen Rou quietly walked over and took the wine bottle from Luo SuiFeng's hand, her voice tinged with pain.
"SuiFeng, stop drinking."
Luo SuiFeng glanced at Wen Rou, but at that moment, he was already muddled and somewhat intoxicated.
Perhaps it was the fact that Ou Zun and Mu Qianxun were in love that had hit him hard, his expression towards Wen Rou carried a hint of reproach.
Actually, Luo SuiFeng had always known that Wen Rou didn't truly like him.
Wen Rou liked Ou Zun.
But Ou Zun would never like Wen Rou.
And Wen Rou...
Wen Rou's gaze shattered, and then, tears streamed down endlessly.
