How nice it is to be drunk. When you're drunk, you don't feel the pain, you don't have to go to work, don't have to worry about daily life, or guess other people's thoughts, or read their expressions.
Su Jiuyi murmured softly, a smile on her face, like a madman, arousing a nameless sense of pity.
As she continued to smile, the light in front of her was suddenly obscured by a large hand with distinct knuckles, and a darkness enveloped her. The eyes that had been burning under the light felt as if they had found redemption.
Shi Aoju stood beside Su Jiuyi, one hand shielding her eyes, the other wrapped around her slender waist, supporting her entire weight.
It was then that he realized her frame was light, swaying gently like silk in the wind.
Su Jiuyi was still unaware of what had happened, only feeling that the light she had been chasing had all disappeared, plunging the world back into darkness.
