Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!
Chapter 513: Brother Xie, I Always Feel Like You’re Back

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: Brother Xie, I Always Feel Like You’re Back

But Yaoyao, you must understand that everyone’s life experience is different, and so are their feelings. Some advice might sound reasonable, but it doesn’t necessarily apply to everyone. Whether it’s about people or things, you should not generalize those reasonable words, and you definitely shouldn’t be too absolute. What suits you might not suit someone else, and perhaps what you consider a bad situation is something others are actually grateful for."

Gu Yao gave a bitter smile and mocked herself, "It seems I’m still too naive."

"Go to bed early, I’ll take you to the airport every day."

"Mm."

Wu Garden——

The drunkard pushed open the door and turned on the room’s light, lying down on the bed wearily.

His mental state was getting worse and worse.

A white, transparent figure walked straight through the door.

The young man, looking at the drunkard lying on the bed with his arm over his eyes, felt uncomfortable again.

Had he truly known this person before?

Why did he feel like crying every time he saw him?

The young man slowly approached the bed.

He was really, really timid and also extremely fearful of strangers, thinking perhaps it was because of the bullying he had endured before, which made him afraid of everything in this world.

But in front of this person, he was not afraid at all.

He even felt a sense of familiarity.

The young man came to the side of the bed and slowly squatted down, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, looking tearfully at the drunkard.

He must have known him previously, just didn’t know what their relationship was. Were they friends or enemies?

The Ghost Messenger said he had worries in the Human Realm. His unresolved worries, could it be this man?

But who exactly was he? He didn’t seem like a friend or family, and yet his own obsession with him was so deep.

The drunkard lying on the bed, who was dozing off, suddenly felt something and sat up abruptly, scanning the room.

Just like in the daytime, as if looking for something, yet not knowing what he was searching for.

The young man found the drunkard’s actions strange.

What’s wrong with him?

What is he looking for?

The drunkard looked around the empty room and gave a sorrowful laugh.

He reached out, picked up the gourd of alcohol from the bedside table, and shook it.

There was still alcohol.

He opened the gourd’s stopper and drank directly from it, not minding that his physical state had deteriorated due to the loss of energy.

The young man watched the drunkard downing the alcohol, frowning.

The smell was unpleasant, it looked like it tasted bad too, but why did he still drink it?

In fact, after so many years of heavy drinking, the drunkard no longer felt the sting of strong alcohol when he drank.

The pained look on his face was actually just a reflection of his current mood.

The drunkard gulped down several mouthfuls, casually wiping away the alcohol from the corner of his mouth, and turned his gaze toward the balcony, his eyes as if covered in thick fog.

Xin Ge, I keep feeling like you’ve come back, that you’re right beside me.

I felt it twice today.

But I hope it’s just my imagination.

Because I don’t want you to come back like this.

I believe that one day, you’ll return, safe and sound, lively and exuberant as you reappear before me.

You being able to see me, and I being able to see you...

Actually, I’d prefer if one day I could return to the mountains, carry a basket on my back to collect herbs, and just like how I found you injured back then, I could take you home for my master to heal your wounds...

The drunkard thought of this and couldn’t help but smile, something he dreamt of.

He wasn’t afraid to start over, he just feared that you would never return.