His face wore an expression of devastation, making the servant think that he was going to shed tears at any moment. Yet, he didn't cry. He turned around and stumbled downstairs.
He was shrouded in the dense smell of alcohol.
The servant watched his retreating back, couldn't help but wonder, had Lu Yebai drunkenly dreamt of Meng Xi'er?
The one who left so resolutely, how could she possibly come back.
Lu Yebai searched the entire villa but did not find Meng Xi'er.
His senses gradually returned, he walked back slowly from the garden. Upon seeing him, the cook coming out of the kitchen, instinctively called, "Young Master Lu, breakfast will be ready soon..."
Lu Yebai's gaze made her swallow her words.
Expressionless, Lu Yebai made his way upstairs.
He opened the door to his study, stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and sat at his desk.
Lu Yebai sat there in a stupor, looking at the bottle of pink drug on the desk.
