Xie Qian had never seen Xu Yuan so glum.
The man staggered up to her with a strong smell of alcohol, his face was rosy and slightly tipsy, his broken hair on his forehead was blowing in the wind, and his sparkling peach blossom eyes were full of her.
When Xie Xian was stunned, a pair of strong palms touched her waist tightly, whispering in her ear over and over again: "Xie Xian, I miss you, like you, love you..."
Intention: Love life and be positive
