A fashion queen

Finally, emotion finally overcame reason, and she was eager to see him. Regardless of whether he was equally eager to see her, she had to find him and explain everything.

With trembling hands, she inserted the key into the lock and carefully turned the doorknob. After taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and pushed open the tightly closed door. A pungent smell of alcohol hit her face, and the scene that followed startled her—Mo Yunting was slumped over the bar, several empty bottles lying around him.

She clutched her chest tightly and walked towards him with heavy steps. When she saw his face clearly, her heart ached. His face was filled with dejection, as if he had lost all vitality and energy. He looked extremely decadent and dejected. He just lay quietly on the bar, sleeping, as if he had been completely consumed by pain.

She had never imagined that he would become like this during her absence. He had always been a man who valued neatness and cleanliness, his face always clean and sharp. But now, he was so unkempt, with a face covered in stubble. This decadent image was truly pitiful.

For her, he must have endured endless pain...

She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked his face, which was tightly furrowed even in his sleep. Tears could not be suppressed and felled from Cui Xueying's eyes. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart, and she felt endless sadness and reluctance for his condition.

Was this a dream? Or was it a deep longing within him? The touch on his face was so gentle and familiar, as if it could soothe the pain he'd been feeling for days. Mo Yunting instinctively didn't want to open his eyes, wanting only to let this fleeting dream last.

This must be a dream! His stiff lips curled up slightly as she caressed him, and his tense mood gradually eased, revealing a long-lost smile.

This dream brought him an incomparable feeling of comfort, just like when he and Yue'er were together. Due to his special status, they often stayed at home, never going anywhere. And she always loved to touch his face. She often said that he had a handsome face and should make full use of it, not ruin it by always looking sullen. He understood that she was actually suggesting that he should smile more often.

Later, in order to make her happy, he always showed a sunny face in front of her. Every subtle movement would touch his heart and make him deeply feel the beauty and happiness of love. At this moment, he felt that familiar feeling came back again, so real that he didn't want to open his eyes, just wanted to immerse himself in this joy.

However, just now, an inexplicable warm liquid dripped onto his cheek, and his smile froze instantly. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Cui Xueying staring at him with tears in her eyes, her hands gently placed on his face.

The moment he opened his eyes, Cui Xueying quickly reached out to wipe away the tears from his face, and then broke into a bright smile.

"Why are you here?" He couldn't help but wonder if he was drunk or still in a dream.

"Yun Ting, I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have forgotten you. Please forgive my cruelty." She threw herself into his arms without hesitation. Although he reeked of alcohol, it didn't matter to her anymore.

What a familiar smell! She really wanted to snuggle up to him like this until the end of time.