The emotions surged, Wen Xiao'ai felt a sharp pain in her nose. Longing, grievance, heartache, self-blame, all kinds of feelings erupted like a volcano.
She kept tightening her arms, hugging him ever more tightly.
"...Jun Moyan."
Wen Xiao'ai choked out the words.
But Jun Moyan was too drunk to react at all.
"Jun Moyan?"
Seeing Jun Moyan still unresponsive, Wen Xiao'ai released him and got up, kneeling beside him.
Looking at the several empty wine bottles on the floor, Wen Xiao'ai felt even more distressed.
Why was he drinking again, and so much at that?
Wen Xiao'ai reached out to touch his face.
He seemed thinner; he really had lost a lot of weight.
"Jun Moyan? Wake up, it's me, Xiaoguai." Wen Xiao'ai held back her tears, her voice hoarse.
"Jun Moyan, I've come back, wake up, please."
She called out to him repeatedly. She wanted to talk to him, hear his voice, see him happy to see her.
