Tang Yanqi knew she seemed to have drunk too much, but only at this moment did she truly feel she was drunk.
Sheng Jianan… the white-clothed youth in her memory.
The youth who always stands at the pinnacle of the pyramid.
The only time she could get close to him was during that brief period when he fell from the top of the pyramid.
But even then, Tang Yanqi could only silently accompany him, not daring to make a sound.
Feeling Sheng Jianan's kiss, feeling his breath and warmth, Tang Yanqi slowly closed her eyes and began to respond awkwardly and innocently yet sincerely.
Her mind getting more chaotic, Tang Yanqi didn't know when she was put onto the bed…
In her chaotic mind, memories of that summer they spent together floated up—him losing his temper while sitting on the chair, him throwing something away, her picking it back up, him not eating, her waiting beside him until he was willing to eat, and as long as he ate, she always had warm food ready for him.
