Jiang Zhuoheng was still watching him with a crease in between his eyebrows.
"What happened? Just say what's on your mind." Ming Ansheng frowned as he joked, "It's horrifying if you keep staring at me."
Jiang Zhuoheng grinned. "Why are you drowning your sorrows?"
His long fingers were absentmindedly and lightly stroking the wineglass.
He seemed lost in his own thoughts.
"How did you conclude that I was drowning my sorrows?" Ming Ansheng poured himself another glass and settled himself comfortably against the chair. He propped an arm on the chair and flashed a thought-provoking smile at Jiang Zhuoheng. "Perhaps I'm just overjoyed to see my good friend getting married today."
He bent his back and inched closer to Jiang Zhuoheng's ear. He joked in a hushed voice, "Or perhaps you're the one who wants to drown your sorrows on this miserable day?"
He raised his eyebrows.
