He didn't know either...
He only knew that when he was drunk, Qiao An would come to his dreams.
Only when drunk could he see Little Nuomi.
He also didn't want it this way, he really didn't want it, it's just... alcohol is such a wonderful thing.
It allows one to escape reality and temporarily forget the pain of it.
He leaned over to snatch the wine from his hand, but Song Yunchi noticed his intention and gave him a hard push, sending him tumbling onto the sofa.
In the past, with Mu Jingxi's skills, he would never have let someone succeed in this.
But now, numbed by alcohol, his reactions were slow.
He had no agility left, allowing himself to be lightly pushed onto the sofa.
His body lay on the sofa, not getting up for a long time, one hand resting over his eyes, thin lips tightly pursed, throat moving up and down.
He seemed to be suppressing something.
