He only remembered that underneath the Jade Rabbit Mask, that outstandingly ethereal face made him deeply question how he could have come to hate someone with such a visage so bitterly in the beginning?
He thought, you were so domineeringly obsessive over me in the past, so why pretend to have let go with such an arrogant demeanor two hundred years later, only to stir annoyance in his heart?
Why can't liking someone last a little longer?
If only it could last a little longer, then he himself surely could...
Surely could...
Surely could what? Ying Xiu suddenly couldn't think any further, his heart stabbing with pain at the thought of Yin Baishuang's face.
Thus, he switched from receiving drinks from others to grabbing a flask and guzzling it down himself.
Xianling City was famous for its strong liquor, and even though Ying Xiu had a good tolerance for alcohol, he gradually succumbed to the overwhelming intoxication.
