Perhaps it was true happiness, a long-held wish finally realized, An Kexin drank quite freely, glass after glass, and by the end of lunch, two bottles of rice wine were finished.
Although her face was flushed, her eyes a bit dazed, and her breath reeked of alcohol, her thoughts remained clear and her steps steady, unlike someone truly drunk, which impressed Lin Jie, who could only handle one glass.
Winter in Binhai City is the hardest to endure, especially at Zhujia Port, where the wind blows fiercely from the sea, both damp and cold.
Lin Jie just wanted to quickly return to the clinic and bask in the warmth of the air conditioning, while An Kexin walked gracefully but slowly!
He urged her several times to no avail, so he had to accompany An Kexin on her slow walk back, standing windward to shield her from the biting wind.
