Ling Yunshu took a seat at the nearby booth, merely gazing at Shi Che in a dazed stupor, watching him drown in alcohol, his sorrow, and his unbearable pain over Ling Chuxia, just like that night when she hid by the door, listening to him confess his feelings to Ling Chuxia, pouring out his heart.
Indeed, she was supposed to be the leading lady of his life, yet now she was nothing more than an insignificant spectator. How could she content herself with that?
Shi Che had no idea how long he had been drinking. His consciousness grew blurrier, but the vivid image in his mind remained, refusing to be shaken off. The more he tried to forget, the more he tried to rid himself of it, the deeper and clearer the memories became, and the more painful his heart felt.
