Facing Huang Shan's aggressive questioning, Li Li's heart grew heavy with helplessness and melancholy. He really wanted to drown himself in alcohol, to stop thinking, to avoid facing the harsh reality before him.
"Shut up, don't say anything."
Grabbing the bottle, he poured wine into his glass. Li Li felt an unbearable pain in his heart, an aching sorrow. He couldn't recover from the news of Qin Miaomiao's pregnancy. He even hated himself for not acting sooner, for letting someone else beat him to it.
"Why… why is everything this way…"
Mumbling to himself, Li Li's heart was far from calm.
Watching him drink excessively, Huang Shan's mind was flooded with an idea—an idea that gave her pause. But as she saw Li Li gradually succumbing to drunkenness, she mustered up her courage and took him directly to a nearby four-star hotel.
