I took out a glass of liquor Qiu Yiran had never seen before, a poisonous, multicolored concoction like a snake.
After lying in bed for three years, I woke up to find myself the real heiress the wealthiest family in the city was desperate to reclaim.
Qiu Yiran pinched her fingertips, as if trying to draw a little blood, and muttered so quietly I could barely hear her, "I wonder if I can use that trick one more time?"
I put on a sweet, naive smile and asked, "What? Don't you want to try my cocktail?"
Qiu Yiran said, "I do! We were such good roommates back then, and you didn't even come to my wedding after that car accident. Now, we absolutely have to drink a wedding cup together!"
While I was in a vegetative state, Qiu Yiran took my rich boyfriend from my bedside and made him hers.
She married my ex and drank a wedding cup with him. If I drink one with her now, doesn't that make it a wedding for three? No one's left out.
That makes for a happy ending, too.
Theme: Everyone in life has their own cage.
