"Bun? What's wrong with you?"
A pleasing, ethereal voice rang in his ears.
The youth awoke from his sorrow and turned to look at Wen Xiao'ai, who was drinking milk.
Wen Xiao'ai, seeing the tears on the youth's face, was shocked and almost stood up from the sofa again, ready to run over and ask what had happened.
But fortunately, she restrained herself.
"Bun, why are you crying?" Wen Xiao'ai's lips were still sipping the milk, she didn't speak aloud, but her anxious voice made its way into the youth's ears.
And he was the only one who could hear it.
The youth wiped the tears from his face, his emotions somewhat agitated, and just as he wanted to step forward to ask Wen Xiao'ai who that person was, he didn't dare to approach due to Jun Moyan being by her side.
Ultimately, he could only step a bit closer and say, "Sister, who was that person just now?"
"Which one?"
"The one in white clothes."
"You mean the Drunkard?"
"Drunkard? Is that his name?" The youth frowned.
