She staggered forward, occasionally bumping into waiters, occasionally into walls, like a headless fly, her movements startling and frantic.
Gui Yuan followed behind her.
In that moment, Gui Yuan had also drunk too much, but he wasn't as out of control as Yao Beidi, especially after watching her cry for an hour, he was almost sober.
"Hey..." as soon as the words left his mouth.
Yao Beidi had already crashed into another person's chest.
Gui Yuan looked at the man whose chest she'd collided with, Xiao Ye.
His gaze was cold and indifferent, lofty, and as he looked at Yao Beidi, his face remained impassive.
Why had Yao Beidi persisted for so many years, in the end?
Why?
He gave a mocking smile; he had once been just as persistent, but for what?
No one could really say.
He stepped forward, "I'm leaving her in your care."
Then, he walked past their bodies and left.
No matter what happened, at least in that moment, Yao Beidi's name was written beside Xiao Ye's.
