Gu Zhengrong gulped down the red wine in the glass. Everything he wanted was just a reflection in the glass. No matter how much he drank, no matter how much he poured, those images were still waiting for him in the world he did not want to face.
"Xiaoyu, if you come back, we'll get married. I'll bring you to see this world and tour all the beautiful sceneries. I want to give you everything I can give you. As long as you come back, I can give up on everything."
The tears on his cheeks were even more obvious.
The gaze in the dead of the night was just too desolate.
Gu Zhengrong drank the whole night and kept mentioning Tang Xiaoyu's name, but he did not know that she was on the way here and was on the non-retractable path to become his opponent.
