"Ranran, give me back the bottle. I won't get drunk," An Lin's glass was snatched away; she paused, turned her head, and asked Wen Ran for it.
"An Lin, drinking will only make you feel worse, it won't solve any problems."
Wen Ran looked at An Lin with slightly furrowed brows, aware of the bitterness in her heart. She had liked Qin Mu for many years and finally mustered the courage to confess to him. But Qin Mu told her that he only saw her as a buddy, a sister.
He said it was impossible for them to develop into any other kind of relationship.
A flicker of pain crossed An Lin's eyes, and she said bitterly, "Ranran, I just want to get drunk once."
Qin Mu's words that afternoon had left her heartbroken; she truly wanted to drown her sorrows in drink and forget all about him.
"That's enough, An Lin. Do you think by hurting yourself like this, Ah Mu will take pity on you?"
