What Is Youth Without Passion? (9)

"Do you know? I was really afraid, sad and alone. I miss my big brother; I miss Song Cheng."

The tears started to fall again as Song Qingchun clutched her chest and said in a tone laced with pain, "I wish he was still alive. I'm really tired. I wish to avenge him, and I wish to know who killed him. But, where do I even start?"

The rest of her words were swallowed by her sobs. She tossed back another glass of wine and reached for the wine bottle as if it wasn't enough. Her tears flowed as freely as the wine. As she raised the glass to her lips, Su Zhinian reached out to gently press her wrist, stopping her. Then, he removed the wine bottle and glass from her hands and set them far away, adding, "You should stop drinking, if you continue, you'll feeling much worse in the morning."

"But, that can't be as bad as I feel now."