Bei Yiyi couldn't help herself and walked towards him. When she clearly saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face of the man, tears poured down like rain.
Wu Yao had drunk too much, seemed very uncomfortable, his brows tightly furrowed, and there was an unhealthy flush on his face.
He was still murmuring her name.
She shouldn't be soft-hearted, he was clearly so hateful, but why couldn't she let him go?!
Forget it, just consider it the last bit of pity before the divorce.
Bei Yiyi couldn't bear to see him sleeping on the carpet like that, so she moved the wine bottles away from him, then, with all her strength, tried to pull him up from the floor, attempting to drag him to the bed. However, Wu Yao's tall body seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds. No matter how long she tried, she couldn't pull him up, and instead, she tired herself out.
