"Hey-ho, hey-ho."
Ding Yebai carried Yang Zhi on his back as he slowly walked along the small roadside path.
Since it was December 31, the streets were still bustling with people despite the late hour.
Everyone was waiting to celebrate the New Year, setting off firecrackers, chatting, drinking, and enjoying the sights and sounds of ordinary life.
"Ding Yebai?"
After resting her cheek on his shoulder and sleeping for a while, Yang Zhi woke up groggily. When she opened her eyes and found herself being carried on someone's back, she immediately straightened up and asked softly.
Ding Yebai asked, "You're awake?"
Yang Zhi was still drunk, but at least she could tell whether the person carrying her was Luo Luo or Ding Yebai.
He was still young, but his shoulders were quite dependable.
Ding Yebai looked straight ahead and breathed out a puff of cold air. "It's rare to see you like this. You drank so much that you're completely wasted."
Yang Zhi inexplicably felt a little sad at his words. She let her body go limp again and clenched his shoulders. "I've spent every day staying clearheaded and restrained. What's wrong with getting drunk once..."
Her voice carried a coquettish drunkenness, but also a hint of determination.
And she even seemed to be on the verge of crying~
"Hey, it's fine. It's fine. You can get drunk. Let's get drunk together! Don't cry, don't cry."
Ding Yebai panicked after hearing her and awkwardly tried to comfort her. He had long since forgotten that his only task was simply to take Yang Zhi home.
Yang Zhi pouted unhappily, thinking about how she had never been drunk before.
This world had forced her to grow up far too soon. As an adult, she had to be like this: even if the