trying to smooth things over, his force too strong. Zhuo Bingbing couldn't stand and fell onto the table in the middle, scattering red wine, beer, snacks everywhere – a cacophony of crashing sounds....ka think it was just an illusion.He didn't want to pry into Wushuang's privacy, but somehow, he ended up reading the entire diary. It was written by Hai Lan before her death, in fragments and pieces,...