Recalling the past, the more Mojun listened at night, the more painful his heart was; the more painful he was, the more regretful he was, the more he did not know when to hold his fist, and the longer he could not be calm.

Tao Yiyi finished his speech in one breath, and his sadness was much better. "I'm living very well now. It's all over. That's enough."

"How much do you drink?"

"Er?"

"Don't you have any doubts?"

Mojun really wanted to scold her for being an idiot at night. Didn't she feel anything when the wine was spiced?

Tao Yi was stunned, with his chin in his hands...