The night swallowed up the last remnants of the sun.

Zhang Meng returned home, took out the potion to help Wen Hongyi wipe the wounds on his face, and said, "I'm in my forties, and I'm still so impulsive." What you said today makes me feel that you can't give up hearing sorry. You're supposed to have loved her, right? ”

Wen Hongyi endured the stinging pain of the potion soaking into his skin, twitched the corners of his eyes twice, and denied: "What nonsense are you talking about." My feelings for Xiwu have always been with home

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