Chapter 52

　　Harold went to the bar alone. The singer on the bar sang the song that reminds him of her. He held the cup in his hand, thought about the text messages and drank all the wine in his mouth in one sip, and asked for a glass again. These years, he really was the one who has been deceived.

The bartender handed the prepared alcohol to him, \"Master, it\'s better to drink less in the middle of the night.\"

\"You have been here for a long time.\" Harold has come to the bar quite a few times, and he is familiar with this bartender.

The bartender continued to mix drinks for other guests, and said with a smile, \"No, it has been three years. I remember that you were drinking here on the day I came, and you were married that day. I don\'t know why you came out to drink when you got married. \"

The cup in his hand was clenched, and Jillian\'s disappointed words sounded in his ears.

Do you remember what day it is today?

In a word, the magic so