Zhifan Shen's Secret (4)

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Zhifan Shen scrolled down in silence.

For Zhifan Shen at that time, the road ahead was a long, dark night with no boundaries, and at any moment anything could be the light straw that broke the camel's back.

His bitterness and amusement may seem cute now, but when he wrote those words, his heart was never filled with cuteness or amusement, but with despondency and apprehension of tomorrow's life and death.

He never actually writes what he's going to do tomorrow, or what he's going to do after the next game.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't want to think about a better future, but he's just too confused, and when he doesn't know if he'll make it through tomorrow, any "plan for tomorrow" seems a bit pathetic at times like this.

So he could only write vaguely.

He writes about his somewhat nebulous future, skimming over it with as vague a brush as possible, such as running a small magazine like "Mechanical Eagle" if there is one, not having to live a good life, as long as he can get out of his current predicament and barely make ends meet.

People's needs change according to the situation at hand. He was living in the darkness of the day, and the pain and scars attached themselves to his body as freely as he breathed, and getting used to the pain was a sad thing, but sometimes you had to get used to it.

This "helplessness" seems to be more desperate and breathless than the "pain" itself.

That's why his aspirations all look so pathetic, only a little higher than they were then.

Zhifan Shen inevitably wanted to cry a little bit, but crying is not a good idea, so I stopped.

Because there was no need to. He didn't know whether Zhifan Shen cried at that time, but he guessed that he didn't. He had forgotten, but his body remembered in a trance.

If Zhifan Shen, who experienced the darkness himself, did not cry, then he has no right or need to shed a few tears here now.

It's not empathy, it's this weird perception that I'm supposed to be you.

People are very strange, sometimes the poor miserable situation of the next person often can make you fall two tears, but you personally face that kind of despair, but also suddenly epiphany, the original this is nothing to cry about, deeply feel the former kind of pity is only because of their own superiority only.

The only way to be sober is to be in this mud yourself.

Yet even the muddiest and bumpiest road can be trodden underfoot in a real way, one step at a time.

Zhifan Shen watched bit by bit as the confused teenager struggled in pain and uncertainty, forcibly dragged by the pull of an invisible rope, grinding away every inch of his body, soaked in countless sticky and fishy blood stains.

But even so, the occasional drop of fine sunlight kept him so steadfastly moving forward step by step.

Stumbling and persistent, humble and almost great now.

Every life and death he's survived has been a blessing and not all a blessing, and his talent has allowed him to slowly begin to make his mark.

But it wasn't good, it meant he was noticed by the audience and by the vicious outlaws.

The most bitter one was also the one where he became famous in the underground mech arena.

The bones in his whole body were almost broken, and he had been on the verge of mixing up his experience, and then he was knocked back to his original form, so miserable, and his whole body was drenched in blood like when he first arrived, no, it was even more miserable than when he started, and if those blood stains were removed at this time, then it was thought that his body must have taken on the color of a greyish, miserable white color due to the loss of too much blood.

"I felt like I was going to die yesterday, I was really going to die, so I couldn't be bothered to come and record it, and to be honest sometimes I'm at a loss as to why I'm writing this down, and if I were to die today this journal would be meaningless as my death went up in smoke."

"It's a little better today, well that's what the doctor said, but I clearly feel more pain than I did yesterday, and I don't know if I'm going to make it through the day."

It's confusing in length and very scribbled here, and it's clear that he was very stretched and a little fuzzy in consciousness at that point.

"My eardrums shattered once again, old wounds came back so it felt as if it hurt more than before, Ya Ni tried so hard to tell me something but I couldn't hear anything at all, all I could see was her lips closing, I tried to give her a smile but it didn't do any good."

"April was crying for me, too, and I tried so hard to calm him down, but maybe I looked too scary, so I scared him to tears instead."

"That doctor, well that quack said I'm soaking my organs in blood right now, so no wonder I'm a little propped up ...... It's weird, I said it was pointless myself, but I couldn't help but write it like this ...... "

"I'm going to die I guess, yeah, probably really this time, I've lived and then died, there's nothing more to say."

But "nothing more to say" was apparently quickly scratched out, and he went on to write chaotically.

"No, or let me say a few more words, my sister - Zhirou Shen , brother has always wanted to tell you, although you are not that beautiful, but you will always be the most adorable in my brother's heart, it is the want to hug you kind of adorable, I don't know how to bless it anymore, but I hope that you must be happy ...... Even if brother dies, brother will still be watching you from heaven with mom and dad."

"It's a bit of a kid scam, but trust me."

"You're smart, and gentle, and not at all inferior to those pretty girls you long for, and you're the light that has sustained your brother all the way ...... Brother loves you but isn't very good at expressing it, but really, brother loves you more than he thinks he does."

He was emphasizing it over and over again, in handwriting so dazzling that even Zhifan Shen himself could barely read it, but in a real and very definite way.

"I know you've always liked that boy with the freckles from the orphanage, but he's not a nice boy, he often uses embarrassing and nasty words about girls behind their backs, and is very much not a thing."

"I never told you because I was afraid you'd be upset, so I don't want you to choose him, even though he has a good skin, but the skin doesn't matter, so if that's the choice you might as well choose what's left of your brother, if you're claiming it."

"I guess you can't claim it, though, because I'll probably be buried in some random mass grave or even worse, claimed by some pervert ...... haven't been able to tell you, but there are indeed people here who covet your brother's beauty, and none of them are normal."

"Saying that again seems a little off key, I kind of want to laugh, it makes it hurt less to breathe, but obviously my lungs feel like they're leaking all over the place right now, like they did when you lost all four of your incisors many years ago."

"You must, must, be smarter, and live well if your brother is no longer there; it's exhausting, but once in a while you're happy."

"I know you want to be in a relationship, but definitely don't fall in love for the sake of it, it's pointless, it sounds like it's cool but it's not cool at all."

"I probably won't get to see you get married, will you ever get married? I've heard that getting married is the most beautiful thing a girl can look, and I'd like to see it, but it doesn't seem like a good chance."

"And don't get married for the sake of getting married, no one forced you to after your brother died, and if you're afraid there's no one to take care of you in old age you can just go to an orphanage and adopt one, and when you go there you realize that there's so many homeless kids there just like us, and while there are assholes there are also good kids."

"I hope you're well and everything is well, along with the share of the future that my brother may not have."

"To marry love, although I can't say exactly what love is, but if that person makes you easy and happy and comfortable, or has hardships but always snuggles up all the way, then that should be it."

"Maybe it will survive."

There's a long pause here, and the pen lingers long enough to make the end of the last stroke of the last word "tweed" swirl a lot, blending in with the final period.

"No, it's too hard. I don't dare stop writing, I don't dare fall asleep, my consciousness is acting against my will, but I can't fall asleep, I have to at least finish it, it doesn't make sense, but maybe it's already the only fucked up shit that's still going to prove that I deeply existed after I die, ah."

The handwriting here is indescribably faint, and Zhifan Shen struggles to recognize it.

Thinking that the day had broken off here, as there was still half a page empty, which would logically have ended abruptly, he subconsciously tried to turn to the next entry, and was caught off guard by the contents of the next page.

That whole page was filled with "I don't want to die" written in a haphazard manner.

Various kinds of handwriting, though mostly a scribbled mess, can tell the length of stay by the thickness.

The shades of "I don't want to die" compete to see who is more scribbly than the other, vying to be the first to go, layering one after the other, as if the next second would be too late.

But he believes he was just thinking about it, and kept writing, lest he break off the next second and it would never be too late.

That whole page of "I don't want to die" is so shocking that you don't need to look closely to feel the teenager's despair and struggle, as well as the dark brown dots on the top of the rubbing, no need to guess that it's the blood that has been congealed for too long.

At that time he really knew that he was going to die, he had just said calmly and fearlessly, "I have lived and then died, there is nothing more to say", but in the twinkling of an eye he was so reluctant, so reluctant that he wrote down the truest thoughts of his heart in such a straightforward manner.

His hand shook as he read it, and the diary nearly leaked out of his grasp.

Zhifan Shen hurriedly put the diary upright again, he subconsciously did not want to look at that page, hurriedly turned over again.

That page was already beyond Zhifan Shen's expectations, but I didn't expect it to end there.

He deeply felt the human potential is really endless, he was on that page as if he was just venting his bitterness and unwillingness, to this page the handwriting was miraculously clear again.

"There's a man ...... there's a man who may never know I died in a place like this, because he's a place ...... I can't touch at all, like the moonlight I guess, and like the Sun , but I want to talk about him, even though this feeling is more meaningless than this diary."

"Well, apparently he's a little more important in my consciousness than I thought, and you can see that my handwriting is all of a sudden better, and I don't think I've ever written so beautifully even when I was sober."

"I liked him when I was only fourteen years old, said like a little one-sided, in fact, very complex, how to say it ...... worship, longing, incredible? Yes, for me at that time is really incredible, at that time I was surrounded by fourteen or fifteen years old and I was the same boys, we all have no ambition to get by, in fact, originally did not feel bad at all, after all, now think about it, every day to live in the vain and messy day is also very comfortable."

"But one day I just suddenly saw him, it's hard to imagine, he's only five years older than me, but he's already that kind of character....... It's so incredible, it turns out that there is our kind of the world, there is also a kind like him."

"I know that the most important thing that stands between me and him is birth, and it's hard to grow up without realizing that this world of advocates of fairness and humanity just looks moral, and isn't as nice as it brags about being, and that, even euphemistically speaking, there should be a slightly greater distance between me and him than there would be between him and his family's dog, if he had a dog at all. "

"So as much as I wanted to meet him, I always knew it was just a luxury."

"So I didn't think I'd actually see him that way, it was two years ago and he probably doesn't remember any of it."

"I'm sure it's him, it's like a dream but I'm really ...... sure it's him there's no mistaking it, of course he might not remember me, after all we've only been together for three days."

"And at the time he was covered in blood and unconscious ...... Shouldn't he have been conscious? Surely it would be better to remember."

"Days go by I can hardly remember how I felt at the time, and thinking about it still gives me some ...... excitement, good, keep it up, just stay awake and don't go to sleep."

"Go on, I met him, I even secretly kissed him, it's okay he doesn't know anyway."

"He's even more handsome than he was on Mechanical Eagles, and that picture made his face look big."

"I ...... Anyway, those three days were hard to describe, so I won't write about them."

...... Did anything strange happen in those three days?

Why do you favor the heavy hitters over the heavy hitters?

Zhifan Shen looked a little angry, very unreasonable.

"He probably won't even remember me, and he won't even know what kind of heart I carried, and what kind of place I died in, and I actually don't want him to know that I'm this wretched and pathetic."

"I probably like him more than I thought I did; in crude terms, he's the man of my dreams, I like his looks and his body, even if it was an unfulfilling crush. On a slightly deeper level, he's my spiritual mentor, even though we haven't spoken a word, and I mostly know everything about him through places as unreliable as Mechanical Eagles, but he's still my guiding light to springboard me out of that state of willing bewilderment."

"He may be the high tower at the tip of the mountain that I'll never reach, and it's actually painful and deeply impotent to chase what I'll never reach, but if it's him, I'm willing to do it."

"So probably the most joyful thing I can say in my life was those three days, and I was extremely happy to meet him."

"I might actually be dying, or else why am I so happy to be writing, I'm not sleepy at all anymore, it's probably a flashback."

"Well, I guess he'll never know I existed, though it's kind of sad that it's over and done with."

"It's getting light, so I'll probably have to go."

"Really goodbye."

"...... Fuck, the doctor's here and he's actually saying I'm fine?"

"This quack, don't be ridiculous, I'm full of holes, my lungs are still leaking, I can't even speak a word okay, you call that okay?"

"Okay, I'll admit I'm not angry at all, I want to laugh, and if my lungs didn't hurt so much, I'd like to laugh so hard the whole underground mech arena would hear it."

"I should have survived, thanks to the world, thanks to my sister, thanks to Ya Ni and April, thanks to ...... him."

"Thanks."

"I'm alive."

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At the end Zhifan Shen breathed a sigh of relief, even if he clearly understood that of course he had survived, otherwise there would be no such thing as him now.

But watching it, I was still struck by the diary of the teenager's clueless uncertainty, and was saddened by his sadness and joy.

This is how I originally survived, almost died but didn't, remembered and struggled a lot before I died, and tried very hard and not easy to survive.

But by and large it's actually pretty much what Zhifan Shen imagined it would actually be, with the spoken diary allowing him to visualize his own tone of voice perfectly.

He was rather surprised, though, that the diary really wasn't that thick, and it was almost at the end of the entry.

He felt something wrong in his heart and turned directly to the last page.

It was 31 years ago, and he recorded little after that survival, and a hasty and cursory look over could probably give an idea of how after that battle he finally made a complete name for himself, no longer being the lowest of the low, and his life was no longer so terribly depressing.

He's enjoying himself in relative happiness and ease and won't have a particularly full time to write too much in his diary.

So this diary comes to a screeching halt here, no more.

"Mr. Li Ge came to me today and he took me to see the man."

"He asked me if I wanted to know the truth."

"I always thought it was just a terrorist organization that countries feared, and I was weak, and I didn't want to admit that but I also possessed self-awareness, so I never wanted revenge."

"That's why I'm hiding like a gutter rat, trying so hard to stay alive."

"But now it seems like a joke."

"Just for such a purpose, for such a ridiculous truth, what kind of stupid country is this, and what kind of stupid group of leaders."

"He's right."

It came to an abrupt end.

Zhifan Shen fumbled around the dark cabinet for a long time but couldn't find the remaining copy.

No, there can't be none. Zhirou Shen said that he kept a diary, and that it must have been 32 years ago when he moved here, so he should still have a copy of it.

And that should have been more important.

If he remembered correctly, at that time, Shuo Yan was talking about reuniting with him two years ago, which would be 31 years ago, but he hadn't recorded it yet, so it obviously had to be something more after that, or else there was no way that he wouldn't have recorded such an important matter.

He'd already gotten about 26-31 years in, and all that was left was 31 years-now.

Also, that Mr. Li Ge, who was probably the one who brought Zhifan Shen here in the first place, and "that man" on the last page, concerned him a lot.

Who it is, what it has seen, what truth it knows.

It's not clear, but in a few words, Zhifan Shen sensed a heavy dose of unexplained hostility.

He flipped through his cell phone, Zhifan Shen's cell phone was odd, there were barely a few numbers on it with notes, except Zhirou Shen, as if he didn't have much of a connection to the world.

Most of the notes were letters, such as this "F", and he didn't know who it was.

But it was also true that no one had contacted him in the days since his memory loss.

Doesn't it matter.

Wait, his hand lurched.

Suddenly, he flipped to a hidden address book, which his fingerprint easily unlocked, and which was also strange, with only one number and no notes.

I don't know who it is at all. I clicked on it and there was no message, so I don't know if it's really no contact at all or if it's been deleted.

He came up on an impulse and just hit it.

......

"What, don't believe it?"

Olivia sighed.

"Okay, I know this might be a little hard for you to accept, and I can probably see a little bit of um ...... your relationship with Zhifan Shen, but it's true."

"Zhifan Shen's next target is likely to be you."

"It's not easy for me to come back from the dead, General Speech."

She is serious not blowing bubbles look still very much the temperament of a princess of a country, very generous and decent, is very with the word princess in line with the elegant beauty.

"I've seen Ferdinandia's 'death list' and our couple is at the top of the list... impressed?"

Shuo Yan finally calmed down, he analyzed all the messages quickly, answered and corrected them politely without moving.

"Touched, but we're not married, Your Highness."

Olivia narrowed her eyes slightly and shrugged somewhat helplessly.

"Yes, we weren't originally married, and if your short-timer brother hadn't died, it would have been him, not you, who was the object of my betrothal."

Shuo Yan's hands were constantly reaching out to some people, the secret royal secrets he had learned tonight had been a bit of a shock and an explosion, and he needed to start working on some preparations.

But even then he replied to Olivia without showing any signs of weakness.

"In fact, Your Highness, you don't have to pretend to be so unconcerned, I know that you are very saddened by my brother's death, and a proper show of weakness in front of me might be more likely to solidify the trust between us."

Olivia froze, her eyes going a little out of focus.

Olivia wasn't his fiancée at first, and Shuo Yan can't help but think about the past.

Not only this noble fiancée, but even everything he had now was originally not his turn.

Had it not been for the accidental death of that older brother, he would have been nothing more than a kid who grew up in an obscure food alley, living a rich but not very happy life because his mother was adopted.

It's pretty much the same now though.

He wasn't kidding when he said to Zhifan Shen that he really wanted to open a grilled fish restaurant if he didn't become a lieutenant.

Even now, he thought about it, he thought about the fact that one day he would retire, and when he was old, he would find a place with an average location and open a grilled fish restaurant with an average flavor.

...... Zhifan Shen should also like grilled fish.

Look how much he enjoyed the grilled fish last time even when he was drunk.

Olivia's eyes crossed a trace of pain, Shuo Yan once had an older brother - Yan Jin Cheng, she and Yan Jin Cheng although the age difference is quite a lot, but also a childhood sweethearts.

In any case, it was better than this Shuo Yan who came out halfway and didn't know the depths, but unfortunately, Shuo Yan was much more capable than they expected, and her mother still entrusted her to the Yan family before she died, proving that she also recognized Shuo Yan's strength.

As it turned out, Shuo Yan did not want to marry her.

Shuo Yan is a very strange person. Honestly, Olivia thinks she's pretty smart, but after all these years, she doesn't know what kind of person Shuo Yan is.

It is not wrong to say that he is meticulously serious, and he appears so to all onlookers, but occasionally ...... occasionally Olivia feels a slightly extreme air about him.

But call him extreme and he's just too disciplined to have done anything flawed, hardly a flaw in sight.

Flawless people are usually highly intelligent perverts, Olivia thought, but Shuo Yan was so human that she was too embarrassed to judge that face.

In fact, leaving aside the external factors, Zhifan Shen is actually the man who best meets her aesthetic, she doesn't like too rough muscular men, nor does she like weak white men.

Zhifan Shen sits somewhere in between, with perfect proportions and a touch of melancholy that inspires girlishness and natural motherhood.

But Shuo Yan is another kind of handsome, he is more mature, more aggressive than Zhifan Shen, and he can make people feel the strong taste of testosterone even without talking.

But aggression always brings the illusion of danger, and even though Zhifan Shen is more dangerous than Shuo Yan, Olivia feels a sense of unease when she looks at Shuo Yan.

Shuo Yan is not the best choice if you can't find someone to rely on.

He didn't like her, and even though he was engaged, he had no sense of duty to her.

She shouted something about a short-lived ghost, but Shuo Yan knew that she might have had an immeasurably deeper affection for her older brother, who had died at a young age.

"Would you, for your brother's sake?"

Olivia, look at him.

Shuo Yan paused for a moment and suddenly replied.

"No."

Olivia suddenly laughed: "I suddenly realized you're a son of a bitch."

Shuo Yan's hands were as fast as they could go, but that didn't stop him from smiling at her noncommittally, even mildly.

"In fact, you're happiest when Yan Jin Cheng is dead, aren't you," Olivia looked up slightly, the ripples in her eyes had the illusion that she seemed very sad, "You had everything he had because he's dead, dead people have no value, you're lucky."

The movement in his hands finally stops and he puts his jacket back on, but Olivia's eyes twitch and she takes a slight step back.

"Your Highness, I don't want to bring up the past, but I may not actually like this luck very much."

"No one asked me if I wanted to back then either, and I was just forced into it."

Olivia A cold sweat fell from her forehead as she tried her best to stay calm in front of the damn gun.

"Well, well, well, it's my fault," Olivia, despite growing up all the way to glory, unexpectedly knows what it means to know what's what, "but seriously, your delicate fiancée isn't too fond of this stuff."

Shuo Yan hooked the corner of his mouth, he has always been a cold face like an iceberg, so a smile actually has a kind of indescribable charm.

"I'll tell my father the sad news of your death."

"Holy shit," Olivia cursed through her teeth without holding back, not daring to step back because she didn't think Shuo Yan was joking, "don't you think that's too unethical and disloyal to this country?!"

Did she bet wrong.

What's wrong? Is Shuo Yan also from Ferdinandia?

Suddenly she felt a real sense of despair, having been so comfortable with Ferdinandia's viper-like stare.

Shuo Yan pulled the trigger without a moment's hesitation.

She snapped her eyes shut, and death seemed to embrace her in the moment, yet it did not.

It's quiet.

Her limbs stiffened a little, and it was half a minute before she let out a harsh breath, gritting her teeth and staring at the man in front of her.

"Very well, then, what have I done to offend you?"

Olivia suddenly felt that her sixth sense could not be more accurate, Shuo Yan is really a son of a bitch, see, he disguises himself better than anyone else, righteous, handsome, serious, loyal, meticulous, a gentleman in the standard sense of the word.

But is he?

He's not fucking at all.

"Relax, Your Highness," he withdrew that rare smile again, "I just want to warn you not to use him as a bargaining chip between us."

Him?

Olivia flew through her mind and finally settled.

"He ...... was indeed Ferdinandia's sharp edge," Olivia rolled her eyes, she was smart, "but he was used and had little to do with Ferdinandia's rebellion much to do with Ferdinandia's rebellion ......"

Shuo Yan's expression softened slightly.

She then continued, "And he had amnesia and was persecuted because he wanted out."

Shuo Yan nodded, "You would say the same thing in front of my father, wouldn't you."

Olivia kind of wants to roll her eyes.

Sure enough, it was because of Zhifan Shen , and to be honest, she really didn't see what kind of relationship Shuo Yan and Zhifan Shen had.

Although I can probably see a little bit, I used to feel that Shuo Yan look Zhifan Shen ...... in the eyes is not quite right, although the sixth sense of the spirit, but Shuo Yan is too restrained, watertight and no cracks.

I didn't realize that Shuo Yan was really serious, knowing that Zhifan Shen's next target would be him, but he didn't care.

A woman's natural ability is to gossip, and Olivia is almost impressed by Shuo Yan's infatuation that kind of blows her worldview.

This big brother, with all due respect, he's trying to finish you off, not fuck you, so how can you still defend him so unflinchingly?

What's wrong with ......?

Shake m?

Olivia's face is full of words, but in the end she swallows it all.

"By the way Your Highness, you haven't said why he lost his memory."

Olivia didn't take it well.

"Hypnosis, ah, a very special hypnosis, my best skill, but I thought for sure it would fail, no matter how amazing hypnosis is, it's only useful for people with weak willpower, but surprisingly it worked."

Thinking about it Olivia raised an eyebrow in a bit of confusion as well.

"But Zhifan Shen is not a person with such a weak willpower, I have investigated his previous experiences, he absolutely cannot be that kind of person, then there is only one possibility, he was extremely struggling inside and also escaping from himself ......"

"Subconsciously, he wanted to forget these things, so I succeeded."

Shuo Yan lowered his eyes, "But it's very unstable, he seems to remember at any time, and when he touches the mech."

Olivia was a little embarrassed, "...... It's out of my control, big deal, I'll try again when he remembers?"

Shuo Yan gave her a curious look, "Why, do you think I'm so desperate for him to remember?"

Olivia was stunned, "...... you, you want him to think?"

Shuo Yan glanced down at his watch, "Kinda looking forward to it, actually, before you reveal his relationship with Ferdinandia."

Olivia froze.

"I always thought he liked Ferdinandia, now it seems like he doesn't." Shuo Yan seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood, "I'm happy."

...... ears are going deaf.

Olivia couldn't help but break his fantasy, "But apparently they were very close, and apparently Ferdinandia saved him, and besides Zhifan Shen hates the whole empire, and he's mad at you ......"

Shuo Yan gave her a displeased look.

...... Ya Wei, smile, Ya Wei, endure a moment of calm.

Olivia swallowed what she was about to say and smiled, "But still, I can see that he's struggling for you, and it's clear that you hold a higher place in his heart."

Ugh.

Shuo Yan nodded, and surprisingly, his mood really did improve at a rate visible to the naked eye as a result.

Men really are still complex and simple creatures.

Olivia felt a twinge of despair.

But then Shuo Yan's phone rings, and Olivia wishes with all her heart that he would go and do some business.

But when she saw Shuo Yan's eyes light up, Olivia thought she was probably going to be disappointed again.

Zhifan Shen waited a little apprehensively for the other party to pick up, and the other party quickly picked up, because he did not know who the other party was, so he kept silent.

A familiar, low, husky voice slowly came through.

"Hello?"

Zhifan Shen just now was apprehensive as a drifting heart suddenly certain.

This number ...... really belongs to Shuo Yan.

"...... Well, hello there."

Zhifan Shen just sober for a long time, once heard Shuo Yan's voice voice suddenly feel a little wine up, some dizziness.

"Are you sober and how do you feel?"

"It's been fine, I'm sorry for the trouble."

"Well, that's a relief, I didn't realize you were such a shallow drinker, I'll be careful next time."

Olivia looks at Shuo Yan's face transformation and says her eyes are going blind too.

Brother, the country still needs you, so do me a favor.