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By now, Su Wanxia had completely lost her senses, her usually clear and lively eyes now a blurry haze. They resembled a deep, invisible spring, rippling softly, inscrutable to the onlooker.
Her fair cheeks were faintly flushed, and at this moment, she pouted and furrowed her brows, staring at the empty wine glass on the table.
Yan Yirou gaped dumbly, her eyes wide. The scene of Wanxia getting drunk last time was still vividly etched in her memory, leaving her speechless every time she recalled it.
But despite all the precautions, Wanxia had managed to overdrink again today.
How had the sober person of just moments ago become this intoxicated in the blink of an eye?
"Wanxia, it's getting late, shall we go home?" Yan Yirou murmured softly, tentatively probing.
With so many people around now, it would be terrible if she threw a drunken fit here.
