Chapter 200 Untouchable Sorrow

Looking at Yin Moran silently polishing off more than half a bottle of foreign liquor, Nangong Li felt both heartache and urgency.

He snatched the bottle away, "Hey, hey, can't you stop sulking and talk to me? I'm not a mind reader; I can't help you if I don't know what happened."

What on earth had happened?

His mood was all wrong.

Yin Moran's face was flushed red, and his eyes were a blurred, bloodshot crimson.

He tugged at his collar and reached out to Nangong Li.

"Want more drink?"

Nangong Li resignedly said, "Fine, I'll pour for you, but you have to tell me what's wrong."

"I'm fine. Just thinking about the past."

Yin Moran stared into the void, his gaze foggy.

"Thinking about the past? What about?"

As Nangong Li poured a glass, he glanced at Yin Moran. Their many years of tacit understanding made him slightly aware of the situation.

He ventured a guess, "Are you... thinking about Qiao Xixian?"