Snow White wiped away the tears on her face and managed a weak smile, "Now, I have no status or position, like a piece of trash thrown away by others. How would I even dare to do anything silly?"
Benjamin White frowned even harder upon hearing this. Why did his attempt at comforting her only make her more pessimistic?
He picked up the bottle of wine, pouring two glasses, "Forget it. Let's not talk about those unhappy things anymore. Today, your cousin will drink with you till we're both drunk."
As the saying goes, one drunken night can relieve a thousand sorrows. Drinking is best.
Maybe they won't feel so sad when they're drunk.
Before long, the food he had ordered was brought in, and the two ate, drank, and chatted together.
Benjamin had already drunk quite a bit in the afternoon, so it didn't take many more drinks for him to be tipsy.
Later, all he recalled was being helped onto the bed in a daze before he fell unconscious.
