The man was leaning against the wall, with wine spilled all over the floor around him and several empty jars lying crookedly. His white clothes were dirty and messy, his black hair was disheveled, his head drooped dejectedly, and he looked half asleep and half awake, with an indescribable decadence.

"Li...King?"

It's him!

She had never seen such a mess before.

The man reeked of alcohol. His reason and consciousness were devoured by the liquor. He was slow to react and raised his head. His cloudy eyes were so unfocused that he could no longer find the focus.

He shook his head and held up his eyelids with great difficulty. He used up all his strength to finally see clearly:

“Qin…Qin Ye?!”

Is it her?

Is it really her?

There was just a hint of joy in his eyes, but it instantly went out and dimmed.

She actually came into his dream?

If this is a dream, then get drunk even deeper and never wake up.

He chuckled, grabbed the wine jug beside him, removed the lid, tilted his head back and drank.

"Don't drink." Qin Ye walked up to him, held his wrist, took the wine jug away, and threw it far away. "Aren't you just worried about the patrol camp? It's not like you can't go back. As a grown man, can't you be a little stronger?"

Zong Zhengli was stunned, staring blankly at the woman holding his little hand with his cloudy eyes.

It's warm.

Is there temperature?

Is this not a dream?

After four or five seconds, he looked up in astonishment, "Is it really you?"

"???"

This question confused Qin Ye. Was he surprised to see her?

"You just disappeared without a word. Do you know how worried others are about you? Your mother, your princess, who will take care of the mess in the palace when you are not here? But you hide away and end it all. What should others do?" Qin Ye frowned and taught him word by word.

The light in Zong Zhengli's eyes gradually dimmed, like extinguished ashes, gradually moving towards death...

Qin Jiaojiao's threats, his mother's suppression, and the moral blackmail made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Qin Jiaojiao believed that he had to rely on her to succeed.

His mother hopes that he can live a stable life, not fight or compete, and that taking good care of his wife and children is the most important thing.

No one ever asked him why he worked so hard and so desperately. Only Qin Ye knew why he was sad.

"Oh……"

The person who understands him is someone else's bedmate.

He turned over drunkenly, crawled a few steps, picked up a wine jug, and poured wine into his mouth.

"Zong Zhengli!"

"Tell me, what is the meaning of life." He tilted his head back, the wine slipped out of the corner of his lips and wet his collar, looking decadent and embarrassed.

The drunken eyes are no longer as bright and gentle as before.

Qin Ye looked at him, "What I understand is that the family sits leisurely, and the lights are friendly."

The most important thing is home.

With a home, life has a place to come from. Without a home, life only has a way back.

Zong Zhengli was stunned, and murmured in a daze: "The family sits idle... The lights are friendly..."

For ordinary people, this is happiness that is within reach, but for him, it is a dream that can never be fulfilled in this lifetime.

"Since I was a child, there has been no meaning in my life... It seems that I shouldn't exist... I am the son of a palace maid, with a status of a superior, but I live the life of a subordinate... What should I do to get what I want..."

Maybe he was drunk, his words were incoherent and confusing.

A sentence here, a sentence there, the voice was unclear.

Qin Ye squatted down and listened to him carefully. "Cherish what you have now, that's the meaning. Don't wait until you lose it to regret it."