Chen Zhi giggled foolishly, stood up, holding the bottle and stumbling to the railing, gazing at the distant sky with longing, yet afraid to fly.
She wished this was her home, a home she could depend on forever. But she couldn't stay here anymore.
She also wished to soar in the sky, free and unfettered, yet she didn't want to leave this home.
Her heart was filled with contradictions.
Wanting to leave, yet reluctant; staying, yet longing to go. Ah, she was so frustrated!
Chen Zhi took another swig of wine, as the wind blew, her head became even more dizzy. She leaned against the railing, pouting, murmuring something that no one could understand.
Seeing Si Ye coming downstairs, Aunty Zhou quickly approached him, "Young Master, earlier I saw the Young Madam taking three bottles of wine upstairs. Is she planning to drink? Drinking too much can harm the body."
