512 Chapter 512: The Memory Of Their First Met

The light was dim in the box, like the water flowing in the dark, swaying like a ripple. Joseph stared at the woman who leaned in his arms, whose long hair intertwined in his strong arms like the liana.

He felt that he had seen Irish and returned to the time when he met her for the first time. After that, everything played back like a flood flashing before him.

It was also on such an ornate occasion.

He was slightly drunk with his friends that night when a figure of an enchanting woman reflected in his wine.

It was ambiguous that night, as if something predetermined was going to happen.

At the moment of her appearance, Joseph felt his anxiety vanish immediately. Putting down his wine, he found the figure reflected in his glass immediately and accurately.