He is already twenty-nine. People say that when you are thirty, you stand calm, calm, dignified, and responsible, but he cried like a child. He wanted to give everything to change, but it was too late. Who said there was a lifelong entanglement in an idol drama? Why didn't he follow the routine when it came to him? He just had a big ear of melon seeds.
Don't make me decide. "He choked with sobs, almost pleading, but he didn't know who he was pleading with, God, God, Jesus, the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, Allah, whoever, whoever, demons from all directions, gods from the six realms, whoever.
Yuan Jing was silent for a while, sighed, patted him on the back and said, "I'll decide, so go ahead. Life and death matter. Zhao Zihang. If I miss you in this life, I will pray for you in the next life. Next life. Let's go together. "