Quan Tianyou raised his hand to rub his temples. His mind was in chaos—a woman who had disappeared for years had suddenly reappeared before him, and he couldn't digest this profoundly shocking news all at once.
He reached out to push the woman in his arms a little farther away, gazing at her through the drunken haze of his vision. The woman before him seemed both unfamiliar and familiar, yet his erratic gaze couldn't determine who she truly was.
"I'm sorry!"
Quan Tianyou shook his head vigorously and said in a hoarse voice, "I've had too much to drink. I can't figure it out anymore—am I hallucinating, or am I sober right now?"
"Tianyou, it's me! It really is me! I'm Zixin!"
Zhuang Zixin rushed into Quan Tianyou's embrace again, clutching his waist tightly, and burst into sorrowful tears. Her voice sounded heartbreakingly desperate, "I've returned! I've never forgotten you all these years, but how could you forget me?"
