"Is this the kind of woman people often talk about, 'as beautiful as a heavenly immortal, with a heart like a snake or scorpion'?"
Watching Yin Xiangli drinking alone on the sofa, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but think of this phrase.
Yin Xiangli drank one glass after another. She had already thrown up once after coming home, and now she was drinking again. She clearly wasn't an alcoholic, her drinking was to drown her sorrows. But judging by her expression, it was clear that the saying held true... trying to drown your sorrows only makes them worse.
The bottle of wine quickly reached its end. There were just over two hours left before dawn. Yin Xiangli seemed to get drowsy, and the wine bottle rolled from her hand, spilling the remaining wine on the floor and forming a puddle.
She fell asleep.
