On a spring night, the fragmented moonlight mingled with warm lamplight, spilling into the room, casting everything in contrasting hues.
A voice said "Fourth Brother," causing his heart to race and his throat to tighten, as if his heart was being squeezed by someone, and if she exerted a bit more force, she could threaten his very life.
He should have been at the hotel attending Qi Zeyan and Ruan Mengxi's engagement party, and he vaguely recalled...
It seemed he saw a familiar silhouette.
"Fourth Brother, why are you alone?"
"They left me behind."
"Then... what will you do?" He remembered that voice was tender and familiar, like a sweet breeze blowing in, making his heart itch.
At that moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, likely he had drunk too much and started rambling.
"Take me home."
"You want to go with me?"
"Mm."
"Then get up first... I'll help you, slowly..."
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