Zhao Tong had two bottles of beer and started talking nonstop.
He talked about the past, the present, and the future.
Jiang Li just listened quietly, though he felt that Zhao Tong really became too chatty when drunk.
Still, he was a chatty person with a clear train of thought and no blurred memory—otherwise, how could he articulate so many events from the past six years so clearly?
Caught in Zhao Tong's incessant chatter, Jiang Li revisited the six years he had known Ying Xi.
Had it really been six years?
The sixth year he knew Ying Heng, Ying Heng died.
The sixth year he knew Ying Xi, Ying Xi broke off their relationship.
Jiang Li felt that his luck in life was probably not that great.
"...right?" Zhao Tong, who had been rambling on his own, rarely asked Jiang Li anything.
Jiang Li was a bit distracted, and when Zhao Tong suddenly asked, he didn't catch it, "Huh? What?"
