It seemed that there was something you couldn't buy no matter how hard you looked, like a woman's heart…
Fan Yushu fell silent and continued drinking with his head lowered, even more fiercely than before.
Zhao Rong looked at his classmate who had suddenly grown despondent, sighed softly, and offered no comfort. After all, having only recently met the man, he didn't know much about the other's emotions. Besides, he hadn't even won back his own wife yet, so what right did he have to advise others...
With this thought, Zhao Rong also grew melancholic and couldn't help but drink a few more cups.
And so it went.
The night grew deeper.
Outside, the moon was high in the sky, but the wind was growing more and more fierce.
Inside, Fan Yushu was already drunk to the point of collapse, while the other remained sober.
Zhao Rong glanced outside at the weather again. The wind was swift, showing signs of an impending mountain downpour.
