Inside the luxuriously decorated European-style room, the vintage-patterned curtains blocked all the light. The room was dimly lit, and one bottle after another was lying on the floor, next to the man. On the big bed in the middle of the room, a large piece of blood stain was shocking to look at. In the whole room, the alcohol smell was mixed with blood, unpleasant and sickening. Ou Ming leaned against the edge of the bed, holding a wine bottle in his hand. The thin beige shirt on his body was covered with blood. His drunken eyes clearly reflected the long and straight figure.
"You came..." Ou Ming smiled, but his tears rolled down again. "Sicheng, huh..."
