In any case, whether she was willing or not, it had already come to this.
Fate wasn't something she could choose; she could only strive to do what was within her power, and as for the rest, she could only leave it to destiny.
Her stomach was empty, yet she continuously drank two jars of nu'er hong.
Today, she wanted to drink to oblivion. Normally, if she didn't want to, no one could make her drunk because she would have prepared an antidote. But tonight, she just wanted to get drunk!
The drunker, the better, ideally drunk enough to forget everything!
But as the saying goes,
Wine only deepens sorrow in a heart already troubled.
After downing two jars of nu'er hong, not only did she not feel better, but instead, her mental state collapsed, her emotions crumbled, her heart feeling as if it were riddled with holes.
She leaned on the table, burying her face in her arms...
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