Tang Ya had broken up with him, and his junior brother had left. With a bellyful of emotions and nowhere to vent them, Bei Bei had come to the tavern to drink himself into oblivion.
As ill luck would have it, Zhang Lexuan arrived.
Overcome with emotion, Bei Bei had lost all his usual gentle refinement. All that remained was resentment and a faint, flickering trace of disgust.
"..."
Zhang Lexuan fell silent for a long while before saying, "Bei Bei, you're drunk. It's time to go back."
"I'm not drunk!"
Agitated, Bei Bei shouted himself hoarse, a hint of tears in his voice. "Why? Why did you come? Why do you have to meddle? What gives you the right to meddle in my life?"
"If you owe Progenitor Xuan a debt of gratitude, go repay him! Why should I have to bear it? What you've brought me isn't kindness at all!"
"If it weren't for you, Xiaoya would never have left!"
"Go! Just go... Get lost!"
His words died away.
Zhang Lexuan stood rooted to the spot, stunned for a long time.
Some said drunken words were nonsense; others said wine loosened the tongue to speak the truth. She did not know which to believe, or whether it differed from person to person.
All she knew was that Bei Bei's shouting, and the things he had said to her, hurt.
She regarded Bei Bei as a younger brother. This time, she had even braved Gu Yunxiao's "jealousy" to come here, merely hoping to bring their relationship to a dignified close.
Yet hearing Bei Bei tell her to "get lost" left her aching inside.
All the care she had given Bei Bei back then had earned her nothing but a "get lost"...
"Phew..."
Zhang Lexuan drew a deep breath, forced