As Shang Ning spoke, she laughed, and then, as she laughed, she cried.

She held the bottle above her head, tilted it slightly, and poured out some of the wine mixed with rainwater. "In the end, even I was fake."

Shang Ning was drunk, so drunk that he couldn't speak steadily, and so drunk that he was still swaying when he got up while holding onto the tombstone.

Jin Yining did not approach, but when she stood up and swayed, he subconsciously took a step forward and even raised his hand.

"We always unleash our greatest malice on strangers we dislike because of our own likes and dislikes. So, we all deserve retribution. I should, and those fans who are even worse off than you deserve it even more. Jin Yining, yes, and Jin Yining too, Jin Yining deserves it too. If he hadn't been so indecisive, you wouldn't have deceived yourself to this extent. No, he didn't do anything. He told you from the beginning that he didn't like you, didn't like you. How could you be so heartless? So, you're also at fault, everyone, hiccup, everyone..."

Shang Ning slipped and leaned backward. She quickly reached out and grabbed the tombstone to steady herself, but the wine bottle spilled.

The wine is gone.

Shang Ning stared blankly at the shattered bottle, lost in thought.

“Ning…” A voice came, only one word. The person on the other end seemed to be suppressing their voice and did not call out the two words, Miss Ning or Ning Kong.

Upon hearing the sound, Shang Ning, who had been lost in thought, stirred slightly. She turned around and saw two shadows in her blurry vision.

After He Zhiyan returned home, his neighbor returned his handkerchief, saying that someone wanted to give it back to him.

He ran out without thinking, not expecting Jin Yining to be there as well.

Shang Ning couldn't see the two people clearly. When she turned around, Jin Yining reacted quickly and pulled her back to prevent her from stepping on the broken wine bottle.

"You're drunk," Jin Yining said in a deep voice, leaving the umbrella on her side.

Shang Ning, however, was still looking at He Zhiyan, staring intently at him.

Jin Yining's eyes darkened, and he slowly released his grip on her arm.

How could he forget?

The man opposite her was her fiancé, her childhood sweetheart.

Shang Ning was indeed drunk. She hiccuped, slowly pushed away Jin Yining's hand that was supporting her, and then walked towards He Zhiyan.

Jin Yining's hand remained in the air, then subconsciously tightened its grip before withdrawing it.

"Ningning." He Zhiyan finally changed the three words "Miss Ning" to the name he most wanted to call out.

Shang Ning stopped in front of He Zhiyan, but seemed to feel that her position was not quite right, so she took a step back, so that the light from the distant street lamp shone right between the two of them.

The rain and mist passing over the lamplight created a hazy, misty visual effect.

She couldn't see the person opposite her clearly, but it seemed as if someone was constantly talking in her ear.

"He said that if my experiment is successful, it will solve many, many cancer problems."

"You just have to go against the old man. If this experiment could succeed, why don't they do it themselves?"

"That's because they're not capable enough."

...

"If Professor Shang can cooperate with us, I guarantee that I can provide him with the best experimental equipment. Professor Shang may consider it."

"No need. If we cooperate with you, and this technology really becomes successful, will ordinary people be able to afford medical care? I don't cooperate with capital."

...

Who's talking? My mind is a mess.

"Ningning." He Zhiyan raised his hand to grasp her wrist.