Chapter 159:

We talked together, and he said that he considered Erza a friend and a sister, although not as deep as Evelyn or Ryan's feelings; he had sincere feelings for Erza. Treat. Hearing the news of her tragic death, he could not sleep well at night.

Among the people sitting here, I don't have a close relationship with Erza, but I can't help but be heartbroken. Anyway, they...

I look at Ryan; he's already had his third or fourth bottle of something. However, his face was still white, and he couldn't tell if he was drunk.

Until 11 p.m., at the time of preparing for the fireworks.

Ryan slowly stood up.

"Brother, where are you going?" I ask.

"Go home," Ryan said and walked away.

Evelyn immediately nudged my arm. "Follow him; he's been drinking a lot."

I nodded and followed. He didn't stop me when I won the driver's seat. At first glance, Ryan looks calm, but I think he's drunk.

When he got home, he prevented me from turning on the light, nor did he need me to help him; he went to the sofa by him