And so it was—he drank more and more, unable to stop.
Chenxing sat beside him, trying every way to persuade him, but he paid no attention to any of it.
In the end, Chenxing stopped trying to talk him out of it.
"Fine, drink. Maybe if you get drunk, you won't feel so awful anymore." As she said this, she poured herself a cup as well, taking a small sip. Chenxing was someone who knew her limits and didn't dare to drink much, only symbolically keeping him company.
Time ticked away, slowly and quietly, the liquor in the bottle diminishing bit by bit, while Hua Hua's face grew progressively more flushed.
The rosy hue on his cheeks spread subtly, becoming inexplicably beautiful.
Just then, drunken and dazed, he suddenly started laughing. But before long, while laughing, tears rolled down his face. He kept wiping at them with the back of his hand—wipe once, drink once.
