Jun Moyan came over and sat next to him, picking up a bottle of beer from the table and started drinking.
"Did she go looking for you again?"
he asked.
Shangguan Yu tilted his head back and took a gulp of the beer, tears glistening in his usually carefree eyes.
He replied with some difficulty, "…Yeah."
Jun Moyan didn't say anything, just quietly keeping him company as they drank.
He was naturally reserved and not one to offer comfort—especially not in matters of love, where he was a blank slate.
Besides, between men, there was no need for comforting words—alcohol would do.
After a few bottles of beer, Shangguan Yu was half-drunk, his face slightly flushed.
He leaned back on the couch, eyes closed, and muttered:
"Sometimes, I really envy you, heartless and desireless, without so many troubles."
