If it were someone else, in another situation, Chi Yu might have thought she was being flirted with. But Qi Zhao was clearly drunk, probably mistaking her for someone else. What could she possibly argue with a drunk?
Chi Yu adjusted her posture, attempting to rise, only to be pulled back by Qi Zhao's hand on her arm. How could he be so muddled, unable to even recognize the one he loved?
Chi Yu pointed at her own face, urging Qi Zhao to take a good look.
"Who am I?"
Qi Zhao, with unusual seriousness, responded, "You're Chi Yu."
Chi Yu fell silent. So, he wasn't drunk? Then what exactly was happening here?
What was happening was that Qi Zhao was sober, yet pretending to be intoxicated. People are impulsive, and people are greedy.
Before pulling Chi Yu into his world, Qi Zhao had always felt the bitterness of unspoken love, but had never considered confessing it.
