"Xiaonuan was just frightened and anxious." Nangong Zhongli said, turning to look at her: "Don't worry, my brother is blessed by heaven and will be fine!"
Xia Xiaonuan nodded, but tears welled up again.
Liang Shaochen looked at her tear-stained face, his pupils narrowing bit by bit.
He wanted to rush over and hold her tightly in his arms.
His lowered hand slowly clenched into a fist.
"Don't be scared, everything will be okay." He said in a low voice.
...
Inside the bar, the lights were enchanting.
The air was filled with the scent of premium perfume, mixed with the smell of swirling smoke.
Xin Yan sat in the corner, looking at the man across from him, cold-faced, reaching out to hold his hand on the bar.
"Yandi, your wound hasn't healed yet, you can't drink anymore." Xin Yan looked at him and urged helplessly.
"Get lost—!" Situ Yan aggressively shook off Xin Yan's hand and straightforwardly drank from the bottle.
