But he had no choice. After all, he would eventually have to leave this place.
So, he chose to pretend to be drunk, slumping there without moving.
Of course, Mo Yi was drunk too, just not to the exaggerated point of losing consciousness.
"Mo Yi... Mo Yi..."
Kamishirasawa Keine watched Mo Yi collapse right after drinking the last cup of water she had poured for him. First, her face showed surprise; then annoyance; and finally, she looked at him with soft eyes.
As one of Gensokyo's future elders, Huayin naturally had a high tolerance for alcohol. She was probably in that state where alcohol gave her courage.
She patted Mo Yi's shoulder and softly called to him. After trying several times, she smiled and muttered, "Honestly, if you can't drink, you should've just said so..."
"You're always like this, always forcing yourself."
Kamishirasawa Keine shook her head, thinking of helping Mo Yi back to the room he used to stay in. She couldn't just let him sleep off his drunkenness here. She would fetch some water to clean his face, then make him some sobering soup.
As Huayin imagined how she would take care of Mo Yi, she looked at his tightly shut eyes, and a sudden impulse rose within her.
Mo Yi had always deliberately kept his distance from her, and she knew why he did it.
Precisely because she knew and understood, she had always acted as Mo Yi hoped she would... But at the moment of parting, this might be her final chance...
She wanted to leave behind something precious, something she would not regret when she looked back on it in the future.
"At a time like this, he shouldn't be able to feel anything—"
Looking at the "passed-out" Mo Yi, Huayin thought of continuing what