The banquet was winding down when Yan Yi, soaked in the wine's haze, returned to his room and collapsed onto the sofa to rest.
The nanny came in to check on him, but Yan Yi silently motioned for her to leave.
Not long after, Yan Su received the news and came to the room, her face clouded with concern as she saw her brother reeking of alcohol, lying on the sofa.
"Xiaoyi? How are you?"
"I'm fine," Yan Yi replied without opening his eyes.
Seeing his worn-out expression, Yan Su didn't press further and quietly instructed the nanny to cook some sobering soup.
A few minutes later, the nanny brought the steaming soup.
Yan Su waved the nanny away and waited until the sobering soup cooled down a bit before calling Yan Yi awake.
As he sipped the soup with his eyes cast downward, Yan Su couldn't help but voice the question that had been burning inside her, "Xiaoyi, what are you really thinking?"
Yan Yi looked up, his eyes blurry from the alcohol, "Thinking about what?"