The intoxication hit even harder.
Ning Guiwan felt unsteady on her feet, her legs weak. She unusually took the initiative to wrap her arms around Quan Yu's waist, her smile especially bright and gorgeous. "Sooner or later, that's all..."
...
She was truly drunk. She probably couldn't control what she was saying.
Four years ago that night, she had hugged him just like this. She would cry for a while, then laugh. The light in her eyes, scattered by a veil of tears, had seemed as though she was looking at him, yet also looking through him at someone else.
"It was you who said you liked me first, adored me, so why are you with someone else?" she had asked.
Back then, he had known she mistook him for someone else.
