The pear blossoms are falling in the rain, just like the cold frost.

People and things are unpredictable, and love is not long-lasting and difficult to break.

The raised hand was gradually lowered, but the palm of the hand shook, and it spilled into the clothes. He casually wiped the wine from the clothes with his sleeves.

With a drunken look on his face, he was really mocking himself: "I'm a little drunk, but I can't even hold the wine glass steady."

The person in the bed curtains reached out to touch the person next to him in his sleep, but he was still unable to touch him. Suddenly he opened his eyes and found that the person beside him was not there. And when he lifted the curtain, he would accompany him to sleep in the past.

She would review the memorial alone. During this period, she would wake up resolutely, but tonight he was not in the house.

He hurriedly took off his clothes and threw them around him casually. When he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the pavilion.

When Murong Haochen was about to drink the wine, he was stopped by someone. He coughed guiltily, smiled nonchalantly, looked at her with tender eyes and asked, "But you can't sleep again?"

Looking at the wine glass in his hand, he gradually released it and asked instead: "So, you are hiding here to drink."

"Who said I was drinking? Go back and rest, I don't want to be disturbed."

He put down the wine glass in his hand and raised his eyes to look at her eyes that were so clear under the moonlight, but they were staring indifferently.

Seeing this, Murong Haochen slowly lowered his eyes and said slowly with a sigh of relief: "But you will only listen to me if you let me take you back in person."

Seeing her standing beside him indifferently, he stumbled as soon as he got up. If she hadn't been holding him up, he might have fallen down due to this drunkenness.
Chapter completed!