Chapter 38
When Zhou Han returned, Lin Li was sitting alone on the living room sofa. A bottle of red wine—already half-empty—sat on the low table before her; she was half-reclining, still holding a glass that was more than half full. Zhou Han changed his shoes and stepped inside, placing his keys and briefcase on the sofa. He glanced at the wine and then at the reclining Lin Li, his brows knitting slightly as he asked, "Why are you drinking?" His tone was somewhat detached—typical of his unique way of showing concern. Lin Li slowly turned her head to look at him. She stared for a long moment before suddenly smiling. "They say alcohol drowns out sorrow," she said. "I thought drinking would really let me forget those unhappy memories, but why is it that the more I drink, the more clearly I remember the things that upset me?" As she spoke, her face twisted with distress and a sense of grievance. "I thought drinking would cheer me up, but instead, I just feel worse...