After a long time, I wondered whether it was under the stimulation of alcohol or Bai Moqing's mood, his eyes were red.

Looking at all the empty bottles in front of him, he raised his hand to call the waiter and asked for more wine, but was stopped by the drifting clouds.

Mu Liuyun whispered comfort: "Cousin, don't drink, I know you are sad, but..."

"Sad? I don't know what sorrow is..." Bai Moqing lowered her head and smiled at the corners of her mouth. "From now on, I can only look at Qiqi from afar, because I want to treat sleeping well. After all, she is the mother of...