"Do you often stay up all night drinking in bars?"
It was the first time Lou Xining heard Alan talk about these things, and he furrowed his brow.
"Why do you drink?"
"What a stupid question! Of course, it's to drown my sorrows! You have no idea what I've been through…" Alan laughed and casually brushed off the topic, not intending to delve deeper.
After all, those times, for her, were filled with pain and not much happiness.
Hearing this, Lou Xining's expression darkened, becoming serious.
"Drowning your sorrows?"
It seemed that Alan's inner world was not as optimistic and bright as it appeared on the surface.
Could it be that her heart was also in turmoil?
Quickly, Alan spoke again, addressing the doubts in Lou Xining's mind.
"Yes. When I'm upset, I don't know how to vent it, so I drink…"
To Lou Xining, Alan was just a psychologist.
Talking with him and expressing her true feelings shouldn't be a problem, right?
