Short Open
"You're wrong. No one would miss me," Huaisang scoffs before emptying his cup. Is this just the wine talking, or does he truly feel this way? Who knows, but he probably shouldn't be drinking in this state.
Eyes bore into his peer—his old friend—though Jiang Cheng remains silent, gaze flickering down to the jug of wine sitting innocuously on the table. Where once downing a few cups felt freeing like the numerous times they've shared drinks in the past, a bit too much now is dangerous.
Briefly, he considers searching for Nie Shuchang to handle the situation but ultimately decides against it. "Nie Huaisang," he finally says. "Think before you speak— You've had enough."















