When some problems cannot be solved wisely, just get drunk directly.
While speaking his inner thoughts to Li Yunzi, Zhu Minglang quietly poured wine for her.
Perhaps the emotional turmoil was too intense, even the strong alcohol down his throat seemed fearless.
Li Yunzi seemed to have something to say, but she didn't know how to begin. It seemed she had a better way to cope, or perhaps she was trying hard to get herself drunk, attempting to entrust the last hope to another soul within her body.
However, even when she was completely intoxicated, Star Painting did not awaken. The only time Li Yunzi wanted to escape, shutting herself into the dark dilemma of her heart, she appeared helpless and delicate, much like a weak woman who didn't know how to face life...
Perhaps, as the Li Family's Old Grandmother, the old Prophet, said, this was already the best arrangement from the heavens.
