3134: Innocence 55

Innocence 55

I was a little afraid, seeing how out of control he looked. I stood up and tried to reach for his hand.2

"Su Qi, try a little harder! I'm just about to fall for you. You just need to try a little harder!"

"Enough!" He stared at me coldly with bloodshot eyes. "How much longer are you going to toy with me?!"

"I… I'm not toying with you."

"No?"

"I've… I've been very serious…"

He suddenly looked at me intently, his expression unreadable.

It was probably because my attitude wasn't sincere enough.

Su Qi bit his lips and smiled icily. I could sense the anger and forced calmness.

"Let's break up, huh?"

…

I didn't understand Su Qi's annoyance, just as he couldn't relate to my despair.

I kept asking him to stay or begged him to take me away. I wanted him to know how much I was suffering and struggling inside.

However, his heart seemed to have turned cold. In the end, he ruthlessly withdrew his hand and left without looking back.

I was left alone in the private room. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

I must be a terrible girl, I thought.

Even Su Qi, who liked me so much and was so obsessed with me, decided to give up on me.

I had been abandoned just like that.

"Why did Su Qi leave?" Another boy in the private room came up to me and glanced in the direction of the door. He looked at me and sat down beside me.

"You're Yin Xiachun, right?"

The boy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and placed a can of beer in front of me.

"Ignore him! Drink up, drink up!"

When I looked up at him, he froze.

"Why are you crying?" The boy smiled. "Did Su Qi make you angry?"

Perhaps it was because I felt abandoned, I suddenly had a desire to be valued by the whole world.

So much so that when I saw the beer in his hand, I felt as if I could gain everyone's respect by drinking this beer.

I wasn't one who could hold a drink, and Dongyu had repeatedly warned me not to accept drinks from strangers!

But at this point, thinking of him only caused all the nerves in my body to scream and rebel!

The very thought of his name caused every cell in me to protest. I snatched the beer from the boy and peeled the tab away. In one gulp, I downed half the can.

"That's bold!"

The boy looked at me with satisfaction. After I had emptied the can, he handed me another.

I barely glanced at him as I took it from him and gulped it down.

Back then, trying to drink was just an idea. I thought about how, in television shows, people would drink whenever they encountered something sad - one could down a drink, get drunk and forget one's sorrows!

Would drinking really make one forget everything for a short time?

I didn't know about others.

All I knew was that alcohol seemed to deepen my shallow memories.

All my happiness and pain would be fragmented.

Beautiful memories of the past would be etched even more deeply in my memory, and for that matter, it only made my pain greater.

And because of the alcohol, my pain would be magnified and suddenly it would become heartbreaking.

Even insignificant struggles became torturous.

Halfway through my drink, I became groggy and muddle-headed. Things that caused me pain, my entanglements and heartaches - they rushed right at me, tempestuous and hissing!

I drank like a madman, holding up the bottle and the mike, crying and letting loose.

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