So she made him drink, one glass after another, and he didn't refuse at all, because he was truly happy.
But he didn't expect to be shaken awake by a flustered servant, his head pounding from a hangover, and to hear news of her escape. In that instant, it felt like a bolt from the blue, shattering his sweet dream.
It was such a fleeting dream, just a dream in the middle of the night after all.
"Jun Yiyi, you're truly ungrateful." Even someone as indulgent as him felt anger.
"Whether I'm ungrateful or not is none of Brother Ling Kong's business. I'm going to turn off the communicator."
"Wait," he worked to suppress his anger, softening his tone, "Yiyi, come back. Don't be willful. It's too dangerous for you to drift alone at sea. These neighboring countries are unfamiliar to you. If anything were to happen, it wouldn't be a joke."
