Qin Youbei remained silent, feeling as if her face had been lost to the Pacific Ocean, never to be found again, and she just wanted to fly over there herself.
"So, you know, I was drunk. Do you know what being drunk is?" Qin Youbei tried to calmly reason with him, "When people are drunk, their intelligence becomes cloudy, their speech unclear, their steps staggering—it's as if none of those actions are done willingly."
Gu Xiao's eyes were as sharp as blades, as if he intended to flay her, "Not voluntary, hence not a crime, then? So, if someone kills another while drunk, they shouldn't be held responsible?!"
Qin Youbei choked on her words, "…You clearly know that's not what I mean. Are you just trying to make things difficult for me on purpose?"
"Then what did you mean just now?"
"It's not about what I meant; it's about what you really want?"
