Kang Chen's mouth twitched. Xia Mu was clearly drunk, yet he seemed to know everything when speaking. Kang Chen pulled Xia Mu aside: "Come on, I'm really hurting. Come over and take a look."
Xia Mu shouted: "Take a look at what… Just you, can you compare to him? His face, it's…"
Before finishing his words, Kang Chen covered his mouth.
Ming Mei touched her nose, not daring to face Wu Nian. She said, "Um, Xia Mu is drunk."
Wu Nian nodded: "Yes, I know."
His face still held a smile, looking no different from usual, still very gentle.
But as Ming Mei looked at him, her heart felt sour.
In all these years, Wu Nian still hadn't regained his memory. Ming Mei rarely asked, but from time to time she heard from Tongtong that Wu Nian's health wasn't good. He had old injuries, and his joints were fragile. Arthritis was something Kang Chen would never have, but for Wu Nian, it seemed like an everyday occurrence.
