For the first time, Qiao Muyun isn't using cigarettes to heal his wounds, but rather alcohol. If there's another moment when his heart feels unpleasant, it can't compare to now. Numbing the nerves with cigarettes would only make the loneliness grow, but on the contrary, using alcohol, he only tasted this exhilarating feeling today.
He poured a full glass of whiskey beer and downed it in one go.
"Hey, is this how you're supposed to drink?" Li Yaxuan couldn't help but say angrily, sitting on the side, watching this man drink himself senseless. How could he not be frustrated and annoyed? However, today, what Zi Ruoxi said was indeed too hurtful; thinking from Qiao Muyun's perspective, it's not hard to understand how awful his mood must be.
