Vivian looked at Ethan with his head lowered in apology, unsure whether she should continue to be angry with him or forgive him.
Seeing her unresponsive for a long time, Ethan raised his head, his deep black eyes gazing directly at her, and in a pitiful tone, he said, "So can you stop being angry? I really know I was wrong. My tolerance for alcohol is terrible, and I can't remember anything I've done after drinking too much. It's understandable you're angry, but it's been so long, and if you keep being angry, you'll harm your health."
Vivian lowered her gaze to the purple azalea beside her, her rosy lips moved slightly, and after a while, she reluctantly said, "Fine, you already said before that anything said when drunk doesn't count. I've been angry for so long, there's nothing left to be angry about. Let's just pretend it never happened."
