Eleven drank several bottles with Song Yanxi, with both of them sharing. Song Yanxi drank more than she did, chatting and snacking as they drank. Though not drunk, they were slightly influenced by the alcohol, feeling a bit drowsy and ready to sleep.
"You're not curious about how he died?" asked Song Yanxi.
"I am curious, but I'm afraid it might touch on something painful for you, so it's better not to ask."
"It's not really like that..." Song Yanxi tilted her head to look at Eleven opposite her, "If it's a painful memory, it's going to hurt whether you mention it or not... Even if you don't ask, I'm still very sad..."
She said this and then chuckled, "Does it seem like I completely hide this pain? Like I'm heartless, right?"
Eleven shook her head, "Not at all. I think your boyfriend would prefer to see you like this. He would want you to be happy and fortunate; he definitely wouldn't want to see you spending all day crying and unable to start a new life because of him."
