Looking at him, one couldn't help but wonder how much drink he had poured into himself—Shu Yimo had never seen Fan Lingjue like this before.
Then again, there was that one time, although back then she was clueless, only learning about it afterward: it was because he had gone on a business trip, met Bai Xiexie, argued with her, and returned in the middle of the night, just as drunk as he was now.
Shu Yimo naturally hadn't witnessed that scene either. In her heart, Fan Lingjue was merely a small ripple encountered during her growth, and life was so long, filled with countless ripples...
If she were a small boat adrift, at this moment, she wished that Long Chengyu could be the sail hoisted upon this vessel; if she was truly to be stranded on a deserted island, her first thought would be that it would be best if Long Chengyu were there too.
