Helian Hao couldn't help but tease after hearing Wen Runuan's comment, recalling how many letters she had left for Qin Mu all those years, with her heart solely waiting for Qin Mu to come back.
Qin Mu chuckled at this, clinked her beer bottle against Wen Runuan's, took another sip, and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense! She wasn't clinging to me like some pesky adhesive patch. It's just that after I returned, she was the only one who cared about me, so naturally, things ended up the way they are now."
Qin Mu's explanation was simple, yet clear.
Wen Runuan nodded, "To us three women of different surnames being able to sit together and share drinks tonight—cheers!"
Helian Hao and Qin Mu raised their glasses with her—meeting was already a stroke of fate, being able to sit together drinking and chatting like this was an even greater blessing.
"Does Zhang always turn a blind eye to your smoking?"
Helian Hao asked Wen Runuan.
