Hei Chai hadn't been drunk in many years, and she really wanted to get drunk, but no matter what, she just couldn't.
Even when she drank to the point of a bleeding stomach, she wasn't drunk.
Ou Lan used to get drunk easily, but now, she didn't either.
Hei Chai leaned against the sofa, twirling a wine glass, the red liquid swaying inside. She said, "Lanlan, it seems you really miss that father and son."
Ou Lan pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time. After a while, she murmured, "They don't need me anymore."
Hei Chai sighed, "Actually," she said something quite spineless, "Lanlan, if you really can't bear it, considering the separation hasn't been long, there might still be a chance to go back."
Ou Lan considered it and thought, go back? No, she had her dignity.
So, she coldly lifted her eyelids, "Hei Chai, didn't you say before that men aren't worth a fart, that women shouldn't be moved by men? How come you're now advising me to so spinelessly go back on my word?"
