Rong Xue's tears rolled down her cheeks, which were flushed red from the alcohol, and landed on the back of Zuo Hancheng's hand. However, the corners of her mouth were still showing a smile of despair.
"Why…Han City…"
Compared to Rong Xue's excitement and tears, Zuo Hancheng's reaction was calm.
He calmly looked at the woman's tears, calmly listened to her grievances and heartache, and calmly stood on the spot without reaching out to wipe her tears.
She felt as if she was standing in front of a statue without any warmth. Rong Xue suddenly cried and laughed,"Hancheng, even if it was a statue, it would at least let me hug it and give me some warmth, but you refused to give me anything."
As she spoke, she suddenly looked at him with burning eyes. Just like that, she suddenly leaned forward and pressed herself tightly into his arms. At the same time, she raised her hand to hug his neck and raised her head to bring her red lips closer to his fickle.
