Mu Yichen looked at her from a distance for a few seconds, then turned around to select a song for her.

The First Love.

Qin Mu gradually began to sway with the music, moving her hands and feet, occasionally waving them.

Gray sky, your face!

Suddenly, Qin Mu began to sing, pointing her finger at Mu Yichen’s sharp features.

After having loved, cried, laughed, and been in pain, only goodbye is left. My tears wet my face, losing the first person I loved feels like this.

Always thought love was the heartbeat of everything, losing love means we’re slowly dying, little by little.

The moment I lost you, my heart suddenly grew old.

The day you went away.

A noisy street, unnoticed tears, left forgotten in the corner...

I watch you walk across the street, still wearing the sneakers I gave you last summer, the silver bracelet still dazzling. It seems like your world hasn’t changed at all. Always thought love was the heartbeat of everything, losing love means we’re slowly dying, little by little...

Qin Mu closed her eyes and sang with abandon, while Mu Yichen stood in front of her, suddenly lowering the microphone, only watching her intoxicating and dreamy state with a determined gaze.

He didn’t know how much she drank, nor if it was because of drinking too much that her face turned into such a ghostly appearance. It seemed she cried, yet also seemed she was still smiling, her voice had gone hoarse from singing.

He didn’t know, she saw the streets they walked as children in Paris, he didn’t know she saw him coldly turn and leave her, he didn’t know how much she resented in her heart, resented her own incompetence, resented her selfishness, resented herself for destroying their love.

She wasn’t unafraid, but she could only endure it; she wanted to reach out and hold him, but didn’t know if she could let go.

Continuing to sing, the rain outside grew heavier!

Continuing to sing, she really was drunk!

Collapsed on the sofa holding several beer bottles, listening quietly to the speaker playing "Take Me Away".

Mu Yichen collapsed beside her, unlike her clutching several bottles, just holding one by the body, leaning sideways towards her, one hand on his temple, quietly admiring her tear-streaked silly appearance.

She’s long past being a twenty-year-old girl afraid of loneliness, and yet, in such a small space, she somehow forgot to pretend, didn’t cry out, but tears already covered her face.

So! Still so naive!

Mu Yichen held a glass to clink with her, Qin Mu’s heavy lashes fluttered slightly, looking at his black bottle mouth, then lazily extended her bottle to clink with his.

Continue drinking.

But after she finished that bottle, she suddenly felt a bit tired and slowly leaned into his arms: "Are you really going to drink me into a stupor?"

Mu Yichen lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms, then smiled gently, pouring all the wine in his bottle into his stomach, and leaned over to place the bottle on the table.

There was still wine in his mouth, very strong wine.

Qin Mu’s brows instantly furrowed.

When Mu Yichen finally released her, his eyes like a leopard’s keenly looking at Qin Mu’s flushed face, Qin Mu slowly opened her eyes, lying on the sofa looking at the person in front of her: "You did that on purpose!"

"Yes!" he responded.

The space suddenly fell inexplicably silent, they could hear each other’s heartbeat.

——

With him by her side, it seemed like everywhere was a safe zone.

If not for someone suddenly coming to knock on the door.

Mu Yichen immediately glared at the door, wanting to make sure whoever it was would know exactly why they were dying.

Mu Yichen went to open the door and looked coldly outside.

Suddenly the air in the hallway seemed to be sucked out, Jiang Zhiyuan’s eyes widened at his chest, then he slightly retreated: "You, you, you..."

"What about me?"

Mu Yichen shut the door, then lazily buttoned up, looking arrogantly at Jiang Zhiyuan.

"You, you, you... Who are you in there with?"

Jiang Zhiyuan felt danger approaching and tried to look inside by circling around him, but the door was closed.

"What you should be concerned about now isn’t who I’m in there with, but about yourself!"

Mu Yichen rolled up his shirt sleeves, seeming ready for a fight.

Jiang Zhiyuan...

Mu Yichen glanced back at Wang Mingyu disdainfully, then looked dissatisfied back at Jiang Zhiyuan.

"Are you with Secretary Yang? I’m about to call Xiaomu! I’m on Xiaomu’s side!"

Jiang Zhiyuan ran further as he spoke, nearly scared to death by Mu Yichen’s stance.

"Is Qin Mu in there?"

Mu Yichen certainly didn’t chase after him, but he didn’t expect Wang Mingyu to ask such an obvious question.