So, he had no choice but to keep drinking, trying to numb himself with alcohol. Maybe, only when he's drunk, he wouldn't feel the pain.
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The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, a hazy white in front of him.
Liang Shaochen slowly opened his eyes, the sky outside just beginning to brighten. The steady sound of breathing filled the air as he slowly regained his composure.
He saw Nangong Zhongli sitting in a chair by the bed, asleep with her arms resting on the bed.
He was stunned, staring at the girl's peaceful sleeping face, a surge of complex emotions suddenly welling up in his heart.
Zhong Li was a good girl; he shouldn't have hurt her like this. But matters of the heart, how could they be controlled so easily?
He reached out, wanting to touch her head, but in the end, his hand only hovered in mid-air before retracting.
Suddenly, a pure face and a look filled with complexity and shock flashed in his mind.
