Drunk out of one's mind

Mu Qingxi only raised her head after hearing Feng Han’s words, casting a glance at him. Her eyes were calm and unruffled, their chill so palpable that everyone could sense the boundless cold emanating from her gaze.

Bai Fanhao picked up a glass of wine from the table, drained it, and then spoke. “Feng Han, you’re still as confident as ever. Whether she belongs to me or not is my concern, but I can tell you with certainty: whatever happens, it has nothing to do with you anymore.”

Watching Feng Han’s face change instantly, Bai Fanhao refilled his glass. “Feng Han, am I right? Ha, come on, have a drink!”

Guo Chen, on the other hand, remained composed. “Feng Han, it’s been a long time. Back then, you were the one I admired most. Come, sit and have a drink with us.”

Mu Qingxi lowered her eyes and finished the wine in her hand, remaining silent for a long moment. She thought that as long as things didn’t go too far, she could endure it, so she chose not to speak.

But Qin Yu was stirred by Mu Qingxi’s demeanor. He stood up, stared straight at Feng Han, and pointed toward the door, saying, “Feng Han, get out. You’re not welcome here. Right now—immediately—leave.”

Feng Han let out a chuckle and stepped closer, still speaking. “Qin Yu, don’t be like this. You don’t know what madness can drive a person to do. You’d better obediently follow behind Mu Mu—don’t try to stand out, or else…”

Mu Qingxi grew angry when she heard Feng Han say Qin Yu should obediently follow behind her; the words that followed were even more outrageous. She cut Feng Han off: “Feng Han, remember—the door is right behind you. Go back to where you came from. Stay in your own place and don’t try to provoke me, or you’ll bear the consequences.”

Her words left Feng Han stunned. He clenched his fists, struggling to regain his composure. “Mu Mu, is this a threat? All right, I’ll go. But you’ll come looking for me someday, because you’ll still need me.”

After speaking, Feng Han glanced at Bai Fanhao, his smile inscrutable and chilling, then added, “Mu Mu, I look forward to our next meeting.”

With that, he turned and left. Mu Qingxi stared at the doorway, empty except for the blue wooden door. She couldn’t understand her own thoughts—why, when she believed she hated him, she felt so unexpectedly calm.

Mu Qingxi turned to the four people watching her and smiled slightly. “It’s nothing. Let’s continue. Come on, let’s keep drinking.” She picked up a glass, ignoring them, and drank it down.

Mu Qingxi couldn’t decipher her own feelings. She was simply unhappy, though she didn’t know what about: Feng Han’s actions and words, or her own reaction.

Outside, snowflakes drifted down under the streetlights, glittering across the pavement. Mu Qingxi walked slowly along the path, swaying unsteadily.

Bai Fanhao and Xi Haifei followed behind, watching her stumble ahead. Bai Fanhao called out, “Mu Qingxi, you’re clearly upset. Why keep pretending? Who are you doing this for?”

She ignored the voices behind her. She didn’t know what was happening—she’d drunk so much, yet her mind was remarkably clear. Memories of her brief year-long romance with Feng Han kept replaying, so many recollections crowding her thoughts.

She was revisiting the past, but another figure kept appearing in her mind. Why was he there? Was this the reason for her strange calm?

Seeing the snow in the square, Mu Qingxi stopped, crouched down, and grabbed a handful. She rubbed it fiercely against her face, then took another handful and did it again.

Seeing this, Bai Fanhao rushed over, grabbed her arm, and shouted, “Mu Qingxi, what crazy thing are you doing now? Don’t you know how to take care of yourself? Who are you trying to worry?”

Mu Qingxi looked at Bai Fanhao, furious and exasperated, and smiled, the corners of her lips pulling back. That smile made Xi Haifei beside her give a bitter laugh. So, he realized, he’d always been the one ignored.