Wang Xian was at a loss for words. His heart grew heavy, and he didn't know how to argue back.
After a moment of silence, he finally murmured, "Some people, even if you see them every day, are forgotten the moment you turn away. But others—you need only see them once, and you can never forget them again."
The woman couldn't help letting out a soft sigh at his words, as if he'd touched on something weighing on her heart.
The man gave a cold snort, clearly stung to the heart by what Wang Xian had said.
Even he was left speechless, for he, too, understood those words all too well.
Rumors of the martial world were hard to distinguish from truth.
They said that drinking Worry-Free Wine could erase every unhappy memory of the past, just like drinking Granny Meng's Forget-the-Soul Soup.
The woman smiled faintly, a hint of deeper meaning in her eyes.
"Have you ever considered that the girl might have an older sister? Or perhaps she drank this Hundred Flowers Brew herself and forgot everything that came before?"
Wang Xian's drunken eyes were bleary. He froze at her words.
Yet his eyes were clear as a stream, with a trace of sorrow reflected in them.
Regret and the faintest hint of joy flowed through him, limpid as a mirror.
After pondering for a long while, he smiled bitterly. "I don't know. It's embarrassing to say, but in all my years, I've never truly liked anyone, let alone known what it feels like to be loved by someone."
In his heart, had he ever liked Duanmu Xi back then?
Even if his heart had once stirred, he'd only been a boy who didn't yet know the taste of sorrow.
Besides, Duanmu Xi had later divorced him at