"Aurora, don't push me away. Let me accompany you tonight—" Mister Red Lead stopped in his tracks, but he was excited to wait for her answer.
It had been seven years!
For seven years, the cultivation community was envious of him as he was married to the prettiest goddess!
However, who would have thought that he could only look at his fairy-like wife every day but could not touch her.
He had never even held her hand.
Who would have known his pain?
"I don’t want to say it a second time."
Aurora didn't bother to talk to him
anymore; she said firmly, "Get out of here! In the future, you are not allowed to enter my room without my permission!"
Mister Red Leaf felt as if he had been punched. He was extremely distressed. Then, he nodded bitterly. "Okay, okay! I'll get out..."
There were feelings of unwillingness and grievances in his eyes. He turned around and strode away.
At night...
In a pavilion at the back of the mountain, Mister Red Leaf sat alone with a few jars of wine. He continued to pour and drink the wine. He felt extremely sad and melancholy. After he left Aurora's bedroom, he felt so heavy-hearted that he took a few jars of good wine so that he could drink them under the moonlight.
He got drunk very quickly after a few jars of wine.
Mister Red Leaf laughed.
The man was finally drunk, and he let his suppressed feelings out; he laughed at himself. "Who said that alcohol could drown my sorrows? That's bullshit. Bullshit!" He laughed again.
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