As Mu Yingchen turned his face, Su Wanxia also got closer and closer to him.
His eyes were somewhat unfocused, no longer the bright and spirited like before, but he still instantly recognized the familiar figure not far away.
He couldn't help but murmur, "Wanwan."
Su Wanxia approached and saw him in a daze, her heart suddenly trembling again.
Mu Yingchen put down the wine glass in his hand, instinctively trying to stand up from his seat, but as he stood up, his legs suddenly went weak.
Su Wanxia hurried forward with concern, steadying him, as his tall figure leaned heavily on her, the strong scent of alcohol enveloping her senses.
"Why did you drink so much?" she frowned, looking at the three who stood idly by.
"How can you ask us? You should be asking yourself, shouldn't you? You know best what's between you two---" Ji Hua glanced at Su Wanxia, then at Mu Yingchen, who was leaning against her.
