"Are you done crying?" Leng Yejin stood by the bed and stared down at her.
"So sorry. Am I keeping you up?" But she had been biting her lips the entire time and did not even wake Shanshan up. It was impossible to rouse Leng Yejin from his sleep. Still, the most important question was —"How… that is a door, not a mirror?"
Leng Yejin furrowed his brows and refused to answer. He stared at her reddened eyes. "If you still want to cry, come with me!"
"Where are we going?"
Leng Yejin did not answer. Instead, he brought her to his bedroom and opened the door to the balcony. He did not turn lights on, and they could see the stars in the sky. It was a truly beautiful sight.
Leng Yejin took out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. He filled the glasses with wine, brought them over and handed one to Tong Lu. He then reclined in his chair lazily, stretching his legs. "Drink up. If you get drunk, go to sleep."