"Pfft." Ye Jiuliang couldn't help but chuckle.
Ji Mingqian glared at her with a cold look, "You two get out."
Not friendly at all and equally mischievous; no wonder they became a couple.
"Let's go, don't bother him with his packing." Li Mochan took Ye Jiuliang's hand and led her out.
Another stab to the heart, Ji Mingqian felt an internal injury.
...
The wind was rising, and the vast snowy night carried a touch of desolation.
When Jiang Yisheng awoke, his head was dizzy and throbbing at the temples.
He raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his mind blank, with memories only lingering up to the dinner at the dining table; everything after was fragmented.
My head hurts so much.
I really shouldn't have drunk so much in a huff.
Jiang Yisheng reached out for his sweater, put it on, slipped into his shoes, and then walked out.
In the living room, a soft light enveloped the space.
"Asheng." Ye Jiuliang saw Jiang Yisheng coming downstairs and called out in a warm voice.
