Wei Xin took some time to process what Wu Zihao just said. He was leaning against the backrest with his eyes closed and seemed like he was on the verge of passing out. A tear drop silently rolled down from the corner of her eyes and she sat motionless. She didn't know what to do now.
"Waiter bring four more shots." Wu Zihao raised his hand and called the staff who brought over the drinks immediately.
"You have drank a lot. Don't drink more." She tried to stop him.
"I am very sad, don't stop me." He protested and bottomed up the first glass, slamming it on the table in front of him, hard.
She opened her mouth to persuade him to not drink anymore, but she then closed it. She didn't know how to cheer him when she herself was falling apart.
