Qin Youxue naturally wasn't drunk.
But wine doesn't intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves. With her heart laden with grief, she couldn't stop the fierce outpouring of emotion, and the tears wouldn't cease.
She knew she was finished with Jian Yang, yet emotionally she refused to accept this fact, and the weak tears would not stop falling.
Mo Hexuan sat beside her drinking beer, watching coldly, saying nothing, occasionally letting out a few cold snorts, looking both displeased and disdainful.
Qin Youxue cried for half an hour before her tears gradually subsided. The man came over with tissues, pinched her chin, and wiped her face. Qin Youxue, with her tearfully reddened eyes, couldn't help but ask, "When will you finally let me go?"
Mo Hexuan left a fingerprint on her chin and said coldly, "Dream on!"
Qin Youxue really wanted to slap that face she so hated!
