He smelled the strong scent of alcohol and, looking at Zhuang Yuezhou who was shyly stealing glances at him, Qiao Jingchen found it unbearably uncomfortable.
"It's been a long time," his voice carried a tinge of desolation.
"Where did you go?" Zhuang Yuezhou asked again, his tone seeming even more aggrieved. "Do you even know how long I've been waiting for you?"
"Of course, I know," Qiao Jingchen said gravely.
"Then why didn't you come to find me?"
"Because you got me thrown into jail," he said seriously, looking at Zhuang Yuezhou.
"What?" Zhuang Yuezhou exclaimed in shock, clearly disbelieving.
He didn't know.
Qiao Jingchen, of course, knew that Zhuang Yuezhou was often unaware, like when his repressed soul would emerge after he got drunk, providing an alternative release after reaching the utmost pressure.
He didn't remember anything from before.
So, the man who sang "The Drunken Concubine" while drunk wasn't at all like he was when he was sober.