Jun Moyan sat down next to him and picked up a bottle of beer from the table to drink.
"Did she go looking for you again?"
he asked.
Shangguan Yu tilted his head back and took a swig of alcohol, tears sparking in his usually carefree eyes.
With some difficulty, he responded, "… Yeah."
Jun Moyan didn't speak, just quietly kept him company as they drank.
He was never much of a talker, let alone good at consoling others, especially when it came to matters of the heart where he was a blank slate.
Besides, among men, comforting words were unnecessary when alcohol could do the job.
After a few beers, Shangguan Yu was already half-drunk, his face slightly flushed.
Leaning on the couch with his eyes closed, he muttered,
"Sometimes, I really envy you—heartless and desireless, you don't have so many troubles."
