"You're drunk, what nonsense are you spouting." Ji Ying glanced at her daughter-in-law and her own daughter, then pulled Xu Qinghe toward the house.
Xu Qinghe shook his head and said, "I'm not drunk, I'm clear-headed. I've let you down, I've let the kids down. If only..."
Xu Qinghe hiccuped from the alcohol, then went on: "If we'd split from the family earlier, you all wouldn't have had to suffer this much with me."
"It's all in the past, the kids are all here, just stop talking and go to bed," Ji Ying urged, dragging Xu Qinghe toward the house.
But drunken Xu Qinghe didn't care, and kept on, "It's even better with the kids here, just right for me to tell them—it's my fault, it's me as their father who didn't take care of you all."
Xu Qinghe's vision was doubled, and though he was talking to Xu Nianhua, he headed straight toward Zhou He.
"Mom, I'll go back and look after Nianji," Zhou He said, turning to walk back to her room, shutting the door right behind her.
