Qiu Tianyang buzzed in his head.
The line of tears of the person in front of him was sharper than any question, and a heavy cone tapped on his chest. A sour and bitter taste overflowed from there and poured into the throat. The strong sense of guilt made his eyes gradually Red circle.
“… No one will touch that house again.” He said in a dumb voice, “Never will–“
Shen Yan shuddered slightly when he heard this sentence, and he took a long breath before slowing down. His hands were loose and Qiu Tianyang fell back to the sofa.
After the accumulation and outburst of emotion just now, Shen Yan seemed to have been hollowed out once, and his feet seemed to step on the swamp. With both hands pressed on it, he wiped gently for a long while without saying a word.
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