Liao Jiayan seemed to be numbed by the alcohol, and her eyes became unfocused. She placed her fingers on the bottle and said softly, "Can I exchange this wine for your story tonight?"
"I'm afraid I'll scare you if I tell you." Meng Chuyuan's lips curled up slightly, and there was a faint smile in her eyes. Her smile was obviously very gentle, but it made one's heart ache.
"Tell me, I'm not afraid." Liao Jiayan forced her blurry and sleepy eyes to look at Meng Chuyuan firmly with what little consciousness she had left.
Seeing that Liao Jiayan was so persistent, Meng Chuyuan summarized simply, "I'm an orphan. The grandmother who raised me is not my biological grandmother."
Liao Jiayan, who didn't hear anything else, looked at her with dissatisfaction. "That's it?"
Meng Chuyuan smiled. "That's all."
"Boring… Your story isn't shocking at all…" Liao Jiayan muttered. After a while, she laid on the table and slowly closed her eyes.