An Yimo grabbed a glass of whisky without saying a word and downed it in one gulp. The strong liquor burned her throat, causing her to cough violently.

But she had no intention of stopping. She reached for the glass in front of Ye Bufan, as if only the strong liquor could soothe her wounded heart.

Ye Bufan said, “Hey, lady, that’s not how you drink this.”

An Yimo looked at him, “Don’t worry about me today.”

Her voice was devoid of any emotion, as ...