"What kind of joke is that from your country? It's not funny," Shen Mosheng mocked coldly.
"Then why did she come back today?" He thought that Han Yingying had left and would not return, thought the wars would continue, thought everything was the same as before.
But against his expectations, Han Yingying had returned, earlier than the agreed time.
"If she wants to go back, she naturally will," Shen Mosheng said, staring at the bright red liquid in the cup, like blood, stimulating his sight, but making him want to gulp it down fiercely.
"She was drunk."
Shen Mosheng was silent.
"She cried."
His grip on the cup tightened, and Shen Mosheng's heart ached.
Yingying cried...
"She cried and wanted to see you."
"What do you mean by calling and telling me this? Do you want me to go there, snatch her back, and then continue the war? Don't you think it's too boring?"
"To be honest, I don't know either," Ye Haofan said with a light smile, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
