A bottle of white liquor, only half-drunk, and the intoxication came.
Face flushed red, like burning fire, unbearable!
Zhong Xing wanted to straighten his bent legs, but as soon as he moved his legs, his upper body swayed, and he fell off the windowsill.
The bottle of wine in his hand was held high and not a drop spilled.
Knees and elbows hit the ground with a jarring pain like an electric shock.
This pain brought the intoxicated Zhong Xing a bit of clarity.
He changed his posture, sat up against the wall, and took several more gulps of wine.
His whole stomach felt as if being roasted by a fierce fire.
After a few sips of wine, he lowered his head. His phoenix eyes, as dark and brilliant as stars, were now shrouded in a misty haze.
No longer shining with the usual vibrant glow, they were filled with a certain sadness and pain.
He stared blankly ahead, at the bedside table, adorned with photo frames of all sizes.
