The alcohol hit her even harder. Ning Guiwan felt somewhat floaty and weak on her feet, her body's weight unconsciously resting on the arm supporting her from behind as she lifted her face, her eyes misty. "Sooner or later, that's all..."
She rarely took the initiative to wrap her arms around Quan Yu's waist. Inhaling his masculine scent, perhaps because her nerves were heightened by the alcohol, she didn't even feel uncomfortable. "Why not... right now?"
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She was truly drunk. She probably couldn't even control what she was saying.
Four years ago, on that night, she had hugged him just like this, crying one moment and laughing the next. The light in her eyes was scattered by the mist of tears, making it seem as if she were looking at him, yet also looking through him at someone else.
"You were the first to say you liked me, adored me! Why did you get with someone else then?"
Back then, he knew she had mistaken him for someone else.
