"I heard someone is chasing you again?" She leaned on the bar and laughed.
He whispered something back, and she smiled sweeter, with pride in her eyes.
"But the one named Shen..."
"She?" He chuckled: "I'm not even sure you want to accompany me to hell."
As the wine glasses clashed, he glanced at you as if nothing had happened.
Shen Yu tightened her fingertips, and the cold wall of the cup seemed to cut her palm. His eyes were filled with soreness, and tears were welling up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. The corners of her lips raised hard——
"Oh, you want to go to hell? Then get out of here, I'm not interested."
Intention: None
