"You traitor." Zhan Wei hollered and pointed his finger at Mu Yuehan with accusation. "How can you forget about today's day after finding your beloved? Don't you remember that today is the fourth of February, the day she left me?"
Mu Yuehan's eyes widened with realisation. He looked at Zhan Wei with a guilt-ridden expression on his face. It was the truth, after finding Zhou Liying, he forgot about today's day.
Otherwise, for the last three years, on today's day, Mu Yuehan always arrived at the same bar to share the pain of his friend, both got deadly drunk and cried on the shoulders of each other.
"I am sorry. I forget about today. But here I am now. I will share a drink with you." Mu Yuehan raised a glass.
"Good." Zhan Wei nodded and raised his glass. "Guys let's toast for the worst day of my life." He slurred and finished his glass in one sip.
