Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

Ji Weiyang's fingertips strummed the last zither, and the moving voice followed after. However, Zhan Yan stayed on his shoulder the whole time, neither moving nor speaking, as if the singing had never stopped.

"Still drunk?" Ji Weiyang laughed sinisterly, placed the guitar to the side, and poured two goblets of wine in front of him. Then, he handed one to Zhan Yan. Only a little. "

"Yes." Zhan Yan laughed, and obediently took a small sip. This is the first time I've ever heard you play the guitar. "

"I haven't played it since Angie left." Now, Ji Weiyang no longer spoke about his past with Lu Anqi in front of her anymore, because he had already put it down. And Zhan Yan, put it down as well.

This is what happens to bad people