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Finally done, Feng Min’s fist slammed down on the glass coffee table with a bang. After pressing the send button, he raised his arm and violently threw his phone on the ground.

The phone shattered into pieces.

Since returning, any memories of the past could surface whenever Feng Min thought about them, or even if he didn’t think about them. He raised his eyes to look at his reflection in the glass mirror.

The person inside didn’t know when they had started to smile, their mouth twisting into a dangerous and cruel grin.

If Chi Yan saw him like this, he would surely be frightened.

That little dimple on the left side of Chi Yan’s cheek would definitely disappear too.

Feng Min covered his mouth with his palm but couldn’t cover his eyes; the look in his eyes remained paranoid and cruel.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After slowly exhaling, he removed his hand.

Once he did, his gaze became calm, and the smile at the corner of his mouth faded.

Bending down, Feng Min scooped some water to wash his face.

A strand of hair fell onto his forehead, getting wet.

He didn’t bother to fix that strand of hair, letting it fall next to his right eye.

He took a few tissues to wipe the blood off his fingers, and after some pressure, the bleeding stopped. Feng Min left the bathroom and headed back to the private room he had just come from.

It had only been a few minutes since he left, but everyone in the room seemed to have intentionally taken advantage of his absence to drink a lot. Almost none of the people at the table were clear-headed.

Including Chi Yan, who had a slightly tipsy look.

The way he looked at people was slightly dazed, and his voice was no longer as clear as before but carried a sticky tone.

Feng Min had seen Chi Yan drunk before, and when he was drunk, he was different from his usual self.

Normally gentle and handsome, when drunk, Chi Yan became clingy and would act spoiled.

Like a little animal, he would burrow into someone’s arms.

As Feng Min walked past Chi Yan and the classmate who had his arm around Shi Yan’s shoulder, his pupils tightened as he stared at the classmate’s neck.

That neck, if he wanted to, he could easily snap it in two.

Feng Min’s fingers twitched, and his arm even silently lifted.

But as his dark gaze shifted to the side, his arm dropped down.

He couldn’t let Chi Yan know he was a violent freak.

It would scare Chi Yan.

He loved Chi Yan’s smile the most.

For Chi Yan’s smile, he could endure; he had to endure.

The classmate who was holding Chi Yan’s shoulder felt that the atmosphere around him was somewhat off, and for a moment, he instinctively shrank his neck, as if some terrible thing was staring at his throat, ready to bite it off at any moment.

The young man was scared by this thought, and his back broke out in a cold sweat.

He shook his head, unsure if it was the alcohol making him have these fantasies.

However, his body sensed a strong oppressive force, and out of instinct to seek pleasure and avoid harm, he took his arm off Shi Yan’s shoulder.

Once he did that, the feeling of fear weighing on him lifted a bit.

Chi Yan was completely unaware of what was happening around him. He noticed the weight on his shoulder was gone, but he was fine with that.

In fact, Chi Yan didn’t really like having too much physical contact with others.

Thinking it was a class reunion and everyone was drinking happily, he didn’t express this little habit.

When the classmate removed his hand, a tiny feeling of relief bubbled up in Chi Yan’s heart.

He didn’t know when the beer had changed to liquor.

Chi Yan wasn’t afraid of getting drunk on beer; generally, once he drank enough, he would just need to go to the bathroom a few times.

Switching to liquor, after a couple of glasses, Chi Yan felt that the other people around him began to blur.

The blonde classmate beside him was still urging Chi Yan to drink. Chi Yan raised his glass to clink with his classmate’s, noticing that the classmate’s eyes were no longer focused. The dimple on Chi Yan’s left cheek deepened, and after the classmate drank, Chi Yan took a sip himself, realizing he couldn’t drink too much more; he was afraid of getting too drunk and not being able to get up the next day.

Although he did most of his gaming livestreams at home in the afternoons and evenings, Chi Yan had always had good habits and wouldn’t rely on his youth to stay up late without breakfast.

One could say that Chi Yan’s habits were all cultivated from a young age in his family. The four of them—his parents and younger sister Chi Yan—were all early risers.

When a classmate got drunk, they usually wouldn’t notice that Chi Yan had only taken a small sip.

But somehow, someone suddenly sharp-eyed caught on to Chi Yan’s cheating and immediately shouted that Chi Yan wasn’t being brotherly; the classmate had finished his drink, but Chi Yan had only taken a bit.

When people got drunk, they generally wouldn’t be rational, and the others joined in the commotion. Seeing he couldn’t escape, Chi Yan had no choice but to tilt his head back and down the liquor.

At that moment, Chi Yan thought that this drink wouldn’t be too bad; he wouldn’t get too drunk.

But after this, he couldn’t drink anymore; he had to pretend to be drunk and avoid it.

The spicy liquor went down his throat, and Chi Yan finished it in two gulps.

Now that’s what it means to be a brother! A classmate patted Chi Yan’s shoulder.

This startled Chi Yan so much that he coughed.

Chi Yan’s face turned red from the coughing, and tears streamed from his eyes.

The person who patted him was so startled that he quickly apologized to Chi Yan.

Chi Yan waved his hand, stood up, and said he needed to go to the bathroom.

Just as he mentioned going to the bathroom, Chi Yan suddenly remembered something and looked across the room with tearful eyes.

His ex-boyfriend was sitting there, sitting upright, while the people on either side of him were already swaying drunkenly.