风瘙的姨妈4中文版

Jing Hao finally recovered from that sad feeling, picked up the second bottle of wine that the waiter had just brought and took another sip. Then he sighed, It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that I can't leave. After Yu Lan left, I was so depressed that I was actually instigated to enter the casino to forget some things I didn't want to remember....