Without a car, Cheng Kexin slowly walked home. The cool breeze repeatedly blew away the tears from her face. 。Today, she lost a loved one and her spirit isery sensible and did not go in, but waited for Yang Zuo to be pushed out by them. 。Looking at Yang Zuo's lips, which were as white as paper, Zhao Yi's heart ached. 。Zhao Yi looked at Cheng Ke Xin and...