Yao Man looked at the wet hem of her skirt in a daze, slowly kicked the wine bottle away, and hurriedly grabbed a tissue to help Rachel Xia wipe it. In fact, Rachel Xia's clothes were not wet by the wine.
"Let's go home?" Rachel Xia took her tissue, helped her fix her makeup, straightened Yao Man's shoulders, and asked her to look at him.
Yao Man shook her head: "No, I don't want to go home! Being alone... it's too hard to be alone."
Are you alone? I know this, Rachel Xia sighed. Everyone is busy tomorrow, although it would be cool to drink all night, clinking glasses, laughing and letting tears fly.
How much struggle does a person have to go through before he can, while drunk, talk to others about his confusion, torment and bitterness?
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