Zong Zhan closed his eyes, feeling like a complete idiot.
He shook Xi Luo's chin slightly, then took her hand and silently led her toward the mansion.
Behind them, Bai Yan's jeep happened to drive back.
The two beams of headlights illuminated the outline of the courtyard. Bai Yan saw Xi Luo leaning intentionally or unintentionally toward Zong Zhan's embrace, her steps steady, her back completely unlike someone who was drunk.
Resting against the seat back, Bai Yan turned his head and asked, "Is she really drunk?"
Su Moshi propped his forehead, silently smiling.
...
Upstairs, Xi Luo followed Zong Zhan into the room, unusually quiet.
When the light was turned on, the man's white shirt had a few spots of blood red on the back again.
Xi Luo walked forward with her head down. After a few steps, she bumped into Zong Zhan's back.
The man halted and turned, looking at her dazed expression, and the hard corner of his heart inexplicably softened.
