Song Qingwan's delicate form left Zhao Dong momentarily stunned.
Indeed, she was even more beautiful up close. Her stunning face was marked with a heart-wrenching sorrow that would evoke compassion from any man. He stood by the bed while Song Qingwan hugged him from behind, letting her tears flow freely. The chill of her tears pierced his heart, and he sighed softly, caressing her smooth, long hair.
"Qingwan, you've had too much to drink," he said gently. "I know you're upset. Just get some sleep, and you'll feel better."
The alcohol was only now beginning to take effect, a drunken blush spreading across Song Qingwan's cheeks. She looked at Zhao Dong with a mournful gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"Zhao Dong... tell me, why? Why is it that being serious about a relationship only leads to betrayal? Why... am I really not as good as other women?"
