If she liked it, then she could have it whenever she wanted. Her every bill would be sent his way.
He had lavished her without Song Qingchun even realizing it. Even without her thanks or appreciation, he still felt quite blissful.
He had thought he could finally have a Christmas that he would remember with a smile, but in the end, the way the day had ended was still so painstakingly harsh.
…
It had been at least five years since Su Zhinian had touched alcohol.
The last time he drank was when he'd stumbled across that secret five years ago. He had spent seven days and seven nights submerged in a state of inebriation. The time before that when he drank was also five years ago on his birthday… That time, he made the mistake that had inextricably linked them together.
Five years later, he had gotten drunk again.
