At 7 p.m., Wang Yu and others were gathered around a table in a private room of a restaurant. Despite the table being full of assorted dishes, emitting tempting aromas, no one picked up their chopsticks, nor did anyone speak, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Wang Yu's eyes were bloodshot with one side of his cheek swollen high, holding a bottle of white liquor and relentlessly pouring and drinking by himself. Even though he showed signs of drunkenness, there was no sign that he was going to stop. The three women, with red-rimmed eyes, watched him, their eyes filled with worry and heartache.
Qin Yue was now living a very unhappy life and had also aborted her and Wang Yu's love child. Wang Yu had enough reason to be sad for either of these things, let alone the fact that they had now combined.
The three women had reason to believe that the sorrow in Wang Yu's heart could fill the vast sea.
