"Stop crying." Di Mingchen gently wiped her tears, but they were like a broken dam; no matter how he wiped, they kept coming.
It seemed she was truly aggrieved, very aggrieved.
Di Mingchen didn’t know how to explain to her, to explain that he never intended to make her feel aggrieved, but now it seemed any explanation appeared pale and weak.
He was never good with words, especially in matters of love; he really had a clumsy tongue. Seeing her crying like this made him even more anxious and at a loss for words, so he could only clumsily help her wipe her tears.
Her crying tugged painfully at his heart.
Nangong Ran cried for a while, feeling much better after venting, and wasn’t as aggrieved anymore. She just stared at Di Mingchen with her red, swollen eyes.
Seeing her mood slightly improve, Di Mingchen hurriedly spoke, "Xiaoran..."
"Don’t speak." Nangong Ran interrupted him.
"Don’t talk to me." Nangong Ran said as she poured herself a drink, giving him a sidelong glance, "You sit over there."
Di Mingchen didn’t dare to refute, so he obediently sat on the other side of the sofa.
He watched her drink glass after glass, until he couldn’t bear it anymore.
"Stop drinking!" Di Mingchen stood up, walked over, and snatched the bottle from Nangong Ran’s hand, his handsome face showing a trace of anger.
Nangong Ran glanced up at him, her eyes slightly blurred from the alcohol.


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