The Process of Entering the Heart

The place for the dinner gathering was just over two kilometers from the school.

But it still took half an hour to walk there.

Gao Yuming had been following behind Tang Enqi, watching her sway along ahead of him.

As the alcohol hit her, Tang Enqi's steps grew slower and slower.

She just felt sleepy and wanted to hurry back to the dormitory to sleep.

She had just messaged her roommates, asking whether they could come out and meet her.

But she had sent the message to the wrong person.

She had sent it to her mother.

Because she was drunk, she had not heard a single one of her mother's replies.

In the end, a call came through. Tang Enqi stopped where she was, answered it, and asked weakly, "Hello? Who is this?"

"Qiqi, have you been drinking? Are you alone? Is there a friend with you?"

Hearing that, Tang Enqi looked at her phone and finally realized she had sent the message to the wrong person.

She looked around, then turned her gaze toward the steps beside the sidewalk.

She blew the dust off them, then sat down.

"Mom, I'm near the school. I'm fine. I have someone..."

She glanced at Gao Yuming, who was also sitting on the steps but was more than ten meters away from her. Then she smiled faintly and said, "A friend is with me. I'm fine."

"That's good. Get back early, okay? And drink less from now on."

"Okay."

"Message Mom once you get to the dorm."

"Okay, Mom. Go to sleep already. It's ten o'clock."

After hanging up, Tang Enqi did not get up. She simply remained seated there.

The longer she sat, the sleepier she became, and the less she wanted to get up.

She lowered her head, her hair