Feng Huang kindly opened a few bottles of wine for him: "They won't break. If you're upset, just keep drinking. Fall asleep drunk, it's not the first time you've been heartbroken."
"It's different this time!" Shen Yu angrily pushed Feng Huang, "You haven't loved, you don't understand!"
Feng Huang also got angry: "Right, I haven't loved, I don't understand. Don't complain to me."
Feng Huang stood up to leave, but Shen Yu crawled over and hugged his leg: "Don't go."
Feng Huang's eye twitched.
"Only you can stay with me." Shen Yu sighed, "Come, let's drink together! If you're a brother, you won't leave until you're drunk!"
Feng Huang looked at the desolate Shen Yu, sighed helplessly, and sat down: "Fine, I'll drink with you!"
They didn't know how long they drank, but Shen Yu eventually got so drunk he became unconscious.
Feng Huang breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off his forehead: "Heartbroken people are really troublesome."
