sonovelo Chapter 665 - 670: Murong Jialan VS Lou Xining 7
Chapter 665 - 670: Murong Jialan VS Lou Xining 7
"Do you often stay up all night drinking in bars?"
It was the first time Lou Xining heard Alan talk about these things, and he furrowed his brow.
"Why do you drink?"
"What a stupid question! Of course, it’s to drown my sorrows! You have no idea what I’ve been through..." Alan laughed and casually brushed off the topic, not intending to delve deeper.
After all, those times, for her, were filled with pain and not much happiness.
Hearing this, Lou Xining’s expression darkened, becoming serious.
"Drowning your sorrows?"
It seemed that Alan’s inner world was not as optimistic and bright as it appeared on the surface.
Could it be that her heart was also in turmoil?
Quickly, Alan spoke again, addressing the doubts in Lou Xining’s mind.
"Yes. When I’m upset, I don’t know how to vent it, so I drink..."
To Lou Xining, Alan was just a psychologist.
Talking with him and expressing her true feelings shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Even though she had never mentioned these things to anyone, including her parents.
Even Xiangsi and Xiao Ge thought she just liked to drink...
It was a little scar deep in her heart that she didn’t want to share.
Upon hearing this, Lou Xining fell completely silent.
His gaze at Alan was filled with pity.
It seemed the pain she bore was far deeper than he had imagined.
"You..." He opened his mouth, intending to say something comforting, but his phone ring interrupted him inopportunely.
He took it out and saw it was his grandfather calling.
"I need to take this call," Lou Xining said, turning and walking aside.
"Go ahead, go ahead..." Alan waved him off nonchalantly, picking up her fifth glass of wine.
Despite several drinks, she didn’t feel drunk; instead, her heart sank further into silence.
Involuntarily, she thought of her past self.
Not recognizing her parents, not recognizing her friends.
Her father’s disdainful words, her mother’s tears, the friends’ confusion, and the mockery and ridicule from others.
These were the sources of Alan’s unbearable pain.
When Lou Xining was around, she could put on a show, loudly proclaiming how great and happy she was!
But when she was alone, she felt this profound loneliness.
Even the wine glass in her hand seemed like a cruel joke.
"Drowning sorrows only deepens sorrow... This weak, constantly drinking version of me, is really detestable, right?"
With a bitter laugh, Alan drained the glass.
After several drinks, her face turned slightly red, a bit tipsy.
Lou Xining hadn’t returned yet, and from behind came more disdainful words.
"Oh, isn’t this the rich young lady? I heard you recovered? Why are you hiding here, drinking alone?"
Their tone was extremely irritating.
Alan frowned and looked back at the speaker.
She couldn’t see her face, only that she was wearing a traditional Chinese qipao, with a decent figure.
With Lou Xining not around, Alan didn’t recognize this person, only finding her voice peculiarly familiar.
Beside the qipao woman stood another woman, plump and adorned with gold and silver jewelry, a thick string of pearls around her neck, glittering so brightly it hurt Alan’s eyes.
These two... Alan really didn’t recognize them at the moment.
But hearing her address her as the young lady, they should be from the Murong Family?