But he couldn't stop time. What he liked became a part of the past.
He was the eldest son of the Leng family. When he was young, he understood that the career he would pursue in the future had nothing to do with his interests. It didn't matter. No one was truly free in this world? As long as the people he cared about were safe, that's all that mattered.
However, too many things had happened lately. His father was in a coma. His sister, Zhiyuan, was now locked up in prison. He couldn't do anything for them.
He worked so hard, so why did things come to this?
Everything was a mess...
Just like his life.
The red wine bottle and wine glass all rolled onto the carpet. Leng Hao got into bed and fell asleep. He gently closed his eyes. Was he drunk? He was probably drunk.
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