"What are you two talking about? Aren't you going to celebrate my wedding tomorrow?" Nox suddenly sat down. He reeked of alcohol and was still in high spirits. "I rejected all my friends who wanted to celebrate my bachelor's night today and invited you guys to celebrate with me instead. Yet, the two of you are here whispering and muttering about something! Monica, you're pregnant, so I won't drink with you, but Jeanne, won't you drink with me? Who almost lost his legs back then to save you?"
Jeanne smiled lightly and picked up her wine glass. "Yes, yes, yes. I will never forget your kindness in saving my life. Here's to you. I wish you and Zoe a happy marriage."
Nox happily drank with Jeanne.
Jeanne did not drink much, but Nox, on the other hand, downed the entire glass.
"Drink less. Don't you have to pick up the bride tomorrow?" Jeanne could not help but remind him.
"Of course! I'll go early in the morning." As he spoke, he even burped loudly.
