"Rinse your mouth first, and wait until you are slow to speak." Yang Muya followed her and handed her a bottle of mineral water.

Yan Ling took it without saying a word. After some time, he finally vomited everything out of his stomach, and he collapsed and sat on the ground.

"How much alcohol did you drink? Do you know how dangerous it is to be drunk like this and accidentally picked up by someone on the road?" Yang Muya couldn't help but ask as she watched her vomiting from swelling to pale cheeks.

If the person she met today was not her, but someone with ulterior motives, I am afraid that she would not be so lucky.

"I'm uncomfortable..." Yan Ling was scolded obediently and didn't reply. After a while, he got up from the ground, blushing, and pointed to his heart.

"It's also uncomfortable here..."

"..." Yang Mu Yazi's pupil tightened, watching the tears falling from the corner of her eyes, and couldn't bear to criticize her again.

He stepped forward to support her embarrassed body, and led her into it.

Yan Ling didn't know if she was drunk or because she believed in Yang Muya, she didn't even struggle, so she let her help her into the room and into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, holding the toilet and vomiting, he changed into a clean nightgown and climbed onto Yang Muya's bed.

"Xiao Yueyue, I slept outside, your sleeping appearance is too bad, you will fall..." Yan Ling mumbled, rolled the quilt, and fell asleep.

Yang Muya walked to the bed and looked at the way she had fallen asleep, her eyebrows frowned.

"Miss, Miss Yan Ling is like this, do you want to inform Miss Xia to come and pick her up?" The housekeeper boiled a bowl of hangover soup, looked at the sleeping Yan Ling, and asked in a low voice.

"No, she doesn't want Xia Changyue to know. Let her sleep first. What's the matter, wait until she wakes up." Yang Muya took the hangover soup and put it by the bed, and ordered the housekeeper to go out first.

In the huge bedroom, she was the only one still awake.

Looking at Yan Ling, who was still talking constantly in her sleep, she watched quietly for a while before she stepped forward to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine and a goblet.

Walked to the balcony and sat on the tatami outside.

In the bright moonlight, I drink one cup after another.

For so many years, she almost forgot, because of what kind of pain it would be to fall in love with someone you shouldn't love.

In the past twenty-four years, she has been alone, living herself in the eyes of others, graceful and calm.

But who knows, she used to be bright and dazzling, dare to love and hate, she will be desperate for whatever she decides...

She devoted herself to loving that person, and all that was left was the scalpel mark on her abdomen.

And the child she doesn't know where she is now...

Twenty-four years, she has not forgotten a day, waking up from the operating table, the pain of losing the whole world in an instant.

"Miss, the man took the child away, saying that he only wants his child, he is not worthy of you, Miss you, there was a mistake between you from the beginning, and now it has never happened..."

As if it had never happened.

The feelings that have been paid can be regarded as never happened, what about her children?

Why did he take her child away like this?

It was a piece of meat that fell from her body, the baby she gave birth to desperately, she never saw it...

She hated him for twenty-four years, and could not wait to find him out and cut it all!

Yang Muya picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.