Nan Song stood at the top of the stairs, Zhuo Xuan lay in Yu Jin Wen Hui's arms, looking up at Nan Song with triumphant gleam in her eyes.,Until their shadow completely disappeared, Nan Song slumped down as if all his strength had left him. Tears silently flowed from his eyelids, hugging himself tightly, he felt a deep chill.,In the driver's seat, a man with tea-colored sunglasses smirked, "Congratulations on your freedom."。