In any case, whether she was willing or not, it had already come to this. Fate wasn’t something she could choose; she could only strive to do what was within her power, and as for the rest, she could only leave it to destiny. Her stomach was empty, yet she continuously drank two jars of nu’er hong. Today, she wanted to drink to oblivion. Normally, if she didn’t want to, no one could make her drunk because she would have prepared an antidote. But tonight, she just wanted to get drunk! The drunker, the better, ideally drunk enough to forget everything! But as the saying goes, Wine only deepens sorrow in a heart already troubled. After downing two jars of nu’er hong, not only did she not feel better, but instead, her mental state collapsed, her emotions crumbled, her heart feeling as if it were riddled with holes. She leaned on the table, burying her face in her arms... Since Lady Dong left the Mist Capital, Qi Xi had been secretly following her. However, fearing Liang Zhichen, and knowing that Liang Zhichen opposed his pursuit of Lady Dong, Qi Xi dared not show himself and could only hide in the shadows. Recently, he had been pondering how to get close to Lady Dong. Regardless of how he intended to win the beauty’s heart, he first needed an opportunity. Otherwise, unable to meet, unable to speak, quietly liking someone without their knowledge, clarity, or understanding, there could naturally be no progress. Fortunately, heaven does not disappoint the determined. That night, while Qi Xi strolled outside, he suddenly spotted Lady Dong all alone. She wore a purple dress, clearly dressed in splendor, yet her demeanor seemed somewhat dejected. What happened to her? Qi Xi dearly wanted to approach her and say hello, to make her notice him. However, faced with the person he liked, he hesitated and felt somewhat embarrassed. In the end, he could only follow behind Lady Dong like a shadow. He followed her for a long, long time until he saw her walk into a tavern. He saw her order some side dishes, but the plates remained untouched. She kept drinking alone silently until eventually, she lay on the table, disregarding her manners or the gaze of others, beginning to sob quietly. The way she cried—so repressed, so aggrieved, and so... heart-wrenching. Qi Xi could hardly stay seated, his heart fiercely anxious. After repeatedly hesitating, he finally walked over to Lady Dong. He took a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her. His cheeks were a bit red, seemingly shy, or perhaps flustered by her tearful sorrow. In a daze, Dong Huiying seemed to hear someone calling her. She wiped her face and then groggily raised her head. Before her stood a person clad in white, seemingly a young man. One person, yet split into multiple images; she was too drunk, her vision blurry, unable even to make out his features clearly. Seeing her , he clumsily wiped the tears from her face with the handkerchief. She blinked in a daze, "Yixuan..." The gentle act of wiping her tears reminded her of the man who had already left her. Probably because after getting drunk, many emotions in her heart were infinitely magnified. She cried even harder, calling out Yixuan’s name over and over, occasionally mentioning others...