There is no need to cry over the milk that’s spilt.

"Why are you not drinking?" Kuang Tianshi asked when he noticed that he had refilled his flute for the fifth time yet not once he got the chance to refill Lu Xifu's glass. "And why are you still grumpy? Isn't the wine of your taste?" 

"I am not in the mood." Lu Xifu said in a clipped tone and Kuang Tianshi shrugged simply at him. 

"Fine, accompany me then." He knew that his friend was just finding the reason to leave. He would have let him if it would have been any other day, but today he was not in the mood. His non-existent emotions were not at the place and he doesn't want to stay alone and allow those weird feelings to confuse him more. 

Lu Xifu read his intentions well. He checked his watch once more and finding the time already past midnight, he said, "I will give you another generous half an hour to speak what you called me here for. If you don't, then I will leave ". He said and Kuang Tianshi raised his finger at him in accusation.