It's surprising that someone as cold-blooded as Yu Xiuzhun still has their emotions stirred.
From his tone, it seems like someone has died.
Ye Mingmei frowned, unable to figure out who it might be.
The fact that Yu Xiuzhun was capable of normal human emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness caught her by surprise.
She assumed that apart from being cold-blooded and committing many wrongdoings, nothing else was left of him.
"Ye Mingmei, if you dare zone out again, I'll make you finish all the liquor here!"
"..."
Ye Mingmei snapped back to reality, blinking her pretty eyes and steadily looking at him.
He truly is a man who doesn't settle down even when he's drunk!
...
The serene hilltop is dotted with wildflowers.
Up above, orioles fly and grass grows, accompanied by the incessant chirping of insects.
Occasionally, a gentle breeze sweeps through, dispersing the wildflowers' fragrance into the air.
The cold air of the graveyard renders it almost deserted.
