Blanche felt truly intoxicated; otherwise, how could she be so close to Alan, tugging at his tie and speaking to him, her nose nearly brushing against his? A pair of heated hands rested on her arm.
"What's so good?"
Blanche heard his hoarse, suppressed voice and shook her head. "It's fine, better than me anyway… Look at me now, I have nothing… My son may not even be by my side in the future."
With a heavy tongue, Blanche had lost her rationality and could hardly recognize the person in front of her. "I want so little; I just hope to live a simple life, to be with my Jason… Ideally, I wish I could give Jason a happy home…"
As she spoke, tears began to slip from the corners of her eyes, landing on Alan's hand.
Alan's gaze was deep, seemingly unable to suppress his inner feelings. He spoke heavily, "Why did you leave me back then? Did you really fall in love with that man?"