Tong Lu had no idea how many glasses of wine she had drunk. She felt light-headed.
She simply sat down on the floor, leaned against the wall and gazed at the starry sky without a word.
The man and the woman sat in the silence of the night and were lost in their own thoughts. The air between them felt strangely harmonious and comfortable.
It was to the point that Tong Lu, who was drunk, started muttering and expressing her hidden grievances. She leaned on the armrest of Leng Yejin's chair and raised her head to stare at his face. She grumbled glumly, "Shi Yang, of all the women you could date, why would you pick Tong Juan? Are you trying to get back at me? Do you hate me that much?"
Leng Yejin reached out a finger and slowly nudged Tong Lu's small head away. She was so loud and noisy. He watched her slump to the floor with indifference and did not even bother to help her up.
