Mo Qiuxi really didn't want to waste this midnight snack, so she still ate it herself in the end.
She wasn't born into a rich family, so she wasn't used to wasting things. She always felt that food didn't come easily.
Wen Qingzhu and xiajun Zihao were drinking together at night.
Both of them were people with worries and sorrows, so getting drunk could be considered as venting some of their emotions.
Xiajun Zihao told himself that he would only get drunk this once.
"Your body still can't drink so much wine." Wen Qingzhu looked at him and said.
"Qingzhu, how long do you think my body can last? I don't even know myself. I've been suppressing all my emotions. Do you think everything I've planned to do is worth it?"
Wen Qingzhu understood the meaning behind xiajun Zihao's words. He felt that compared to xiajun Zihao, he was already much better.
He couldn't say anything and could only drink with her.
