Chen Ziqian looked at the woman sitting across from him, clearly showing signs of drunkenness, her face flushed with alcohol, eyes half-closed, hands weakly supporting her head. He understood that if she hadn't been drunk, she wouldn't have spoken to him about her innermost feelings.
"What do I like about him? Haha." Suxin laughed, then moved her hands, shifting to a slightly more comfortable position, resting her chin in her palms, "Simplicity, stability—haha—I've always wanted to live like that, and he, he could give me..."
"What about love?" Chen Ziqian blurted out the question without thinking, Simplicity? Stability? What kind of answer was that? There were plenty of people with whom one could live a simple and stable life!
"Love? Haha!" Suxin seemed to hear a very funny joke, "Love... is not important!"
