"So, I no longer love her, huh?"
"So, in my eyes, she is just like this, haha."
Ye Que leaned on the sofa, murmuring, murmuring to the point of being completely intoxicated.
Wuhui sat beside him, seeing he fell silent, she reached out to shake his head lightly, "Uncle, uncle?"
Ye Que had no reaction. Wuhui waved her hand in front of his eyes, still no reaction. She reached out and shook his body again, "Uncle, it's late, we should go home, uncle?"
Wuhui called out several times, but Ye Que showed no reaction at all.
He seemed to have drunk too much, drunkenly lying there, completely insensible.
Wuhui sat nearby, staring at Ye Que without blinking. Seeing him intoxicated and oblivious, she felt a bit anxious, unsure of how to get him home.
Should she call Auntie?
No, she didn't want to.
Her gaze remained on that resolute and handsome face, unwilling to part even for a moment. Through the dim and blurry lights, that face showed no trace of time's passage.
