This was a very quiet bar, with only the gentle music playing.
Liu Zheng watched as Mu Liang drank one glass after another—white, red, yellow—all mixed together. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Ah Liang, you've really outdone yourself. Your wife just said she doesn't love you, that's all. It's not like she'll never love you again. Why are you acting like this?"
After drinking two bottles of white wine and two bottles of red, including a bottle of white grape, Mu Liang was indeed a bit drunk. His delicate features seemed veiled in the fumes of alcohol, his eyes moist with sadness. Drunkenness brought a kind of indescribable honesty to him.
Liu Zheng certainly liked the drunken Mu Liang.
The last time, he and Gu Xiaowu had teamed up to get Mu Liang drunk, and then they teased him. When he was drunk, he was especially honest.
