Her heart was shattered like a crack running through it, yet the wounds inside couldn't be seen—like a massive earthquake that has already shaken the foundations of skyscrapers loose, while on the surface you can't see a single fissure.
She was just weak.
The lavish private jet, the comfortable seats, the delicious red wine. A steward brought over a glass of red; Yan Xixi grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.
The steward poured her another brimming glass; she picked it up and drained that in one go as well.
"Xixi…"
Wan Donglin started to speak, but was stopped by the look in Liu Daqing's eyes.
She even personally poured Xixi another glass. After three or four glasses of red wine, Yan Xixi soon fell asleep.
Wan Donglin quietly reached out his hand and found her palm icy cold. He personally went to get a blanket to cover her with, then sat quietly beside her, not disturbing her.
