Sometimes, when you're drunk, you're just drunk.
Drunk in a haze, one revels in the drunken stupor, unwilling to sober up.
In the eyes of Chen Yi and his companions, this was the state that Chen Yuan was in at the moment.
Even after being fed the sobering soup, Chen Yuan, dressed in a red long robe, continued to lie down in a drunken sleep.
His face was hidden by his silver-white long hair, but his angular face would always reveal a hint of sorrow.
Though occasionally, he would laugh heartily as if he saw what he longed for in his dreams.
"So it's true, it was Senior Sister Ling Yinrong's own choice to save his life..."
With the truth confirmed, Xiao Xuanzhen felt a sense of relief.
However, a sense of sorrow inexplicably arose in her heart—for both Senior Sister Ling and Chen Yuan.
The living seem alive, yet they wish they could die.
The dead get their wish fulfilled but leave behind too many regrets, inevitably stirring feelings of pity.
