Whenever the prosperity faded and dreams came back at midnight, he would always lie quietly in the dark bedroom and recall the scenes with her, including the youthful and bright smiles at each other, the fierce stalemates where they yelled at each other, and the quiet sweetness of talking to each other and sleeping in each other's arms... The ten years of mutual acquaintance and stalemate had consolidated his unshakable transcendent status in her heart but also created a dead end with almost no possibility of moving forward. She lived the lively days when she was about to be sent away, and he stuck to his cumin body.
Anton said: "Han Chen, you idiot! You are the only one who is drunk all this time, do you know?!"
Even the stubborn Han Yiyi couldn't stand it anymore, "Brother, wake up! When will you wake up?"
Sometimes, it's not that I don't know but that I don't want to know. No matter how drunk you are, you still wake up a little bit, but only you know that. When the headache no longer hurts, maybe you can wake up the next day after a nap, maybe; maybe you can forget all about being drunk when you wake up.