"Yan, do you only believe that the departure three years ago was the most helpless and painful thing for me if I die..."
He strode away, her tearful and desolate voice trailing behind him.
"Please wake up, this is the modern world, not a fictional dynasty in a play! You don't need to threaten me with death, I'm not the emperor in a drama!" Leng Yan didn't even turn his head as he walked away briskly.
"Why have you been out for so long? Everyone's toasting the director now; why aren't you going back?" Fan Ming came out, seeing Ji Wei looking at the blank night sky with a face of melancholy, he asked puzzledly: "Not feeling well?"
"A little, but it's not a big deal, just from lack of sleep." Ji Wei nodded, patting his shoulder: "Let's go, let's toast the director, then I'll go home and make up for some sleep."
Back in the room, Ji Wei toasted the director, downing it in one go, immediately earning her everyone's admiration: "Great drinking skills!"
