In the room, Dongfang Yu stood quietly by the bed with one hand in his pocket. He lowered his eyes to look at her obedient and fawning appearance. His pair of bewitching Peach Blossom Eyes slowly overflowed with some softness.
Six years ago, she was pure and beautiful. Now, she was even more beautiful and moving.
“Ah Yu... Ah Yu, I miss you so much...”
She murmured in her dream.
She said, she missed him.
Dongfang Yu’s memory still lingered in that bright yellow room six years ago. She leaned on his shoulder and said softly to him, “Ah Yu, do you want it?”
At that time, she had just turned 18. Her body was soft like a boneless young girl, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were as exquisite as a painting.
She was drunk.
At that time, she was really drunk.
Dongfang Yu did not forget her all these years. He did not forget... the glass of wine that she passed to him.
