The shop owner craned his neck curiously toward that spot, but since the booth had a barrier as tall as a person, he couldn't see and, feeling disgruntled, gave up. He was left feeling uneasy and bored as he waited for the next customer.
Wen Mu sauntered over to the most secluded spot and saw Han Luoli, his whole body reeking of alcohol.
In the same spot, with the same pile of drinks, Wen Mu was suddenly struck with an illusion that time had reversed, all the way back to four years ago.
It was as if the scene had been restored, returning to that night.
"Heh..."
Before he had time to think too much, a man's cold laughter dispelled her memories. Wen Mu frowned with heartache, put her bag to one side, and reached out to steady him as he swayed.
"Luoli, why have you been drinking?"
The man, who had not touched a drop of alcohol for four years, had broken his abstinence today. Was the blow from that woman's affair really so great?
"Wen Mu, you've come."
