Tang Yuehua knew she had done something disgraceful. She knew that if Tang Hao had been sober, he would never have touched her.
But Tang Yuehua wanted a child of his.
Even if the child would never know who his father was, even if she had to raise the child alone.
Tang Yuehua was willing.
She had loved Tang Hao for many years.
Back then, Tang Hao was still in the Clear Sky Sect. He had not yet met Ah Yin and was still the high-spirited, unruly direct disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. Every time she saw him, her heart would beat a little faster, and even her words would become clumsy.
Later, Tang Hao left the sect, met Ah Yin, and had Tang San.
When Tang Yuehua learned of those things, her heart hurt as though something were twisting it.
But she did not cry, make a scene, or tell anyone. She merely buried those feelings deep in her heart, numbing herself with Moonlight Pavilion's affairs, the Clear Sky Sect's intelligence work, and every task that could fill her time.
Later still, Tang Hao returned.
He came back covered in wounds, reeking of alcohol, carrying a longing for Ah Yin that would never fade.
Tang Yuehua said nothing. She simply quietly cleaned his courtyard, made him soup, carried away his empty wine jars, and covered him with the blanket whenever the wind blew it off.
She asked for nothing. She only wanted to stand by his side, to steady him when he collapsed drunk, pour him a cup of hot tea when he was sad, and leave a lamp lit wherever he needed one.
But that night, Tang Yuehua still could not hold herself back.
Dream Drunk was something she had obtained at great cost. It was a