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"Dad, there are quite a few beautiful women today. I suppose you don't need me to accompany you anymore!" Mukai Saki said with a giggle, her cheeks flushed after downing several drinks.
"Where are you going?" Mukai Hisashi grabbed one of Saki's arms, his expression darkening. How dare she drink to the point of being tipsy in front of him? It seemed he had been too indulgent with her lately.
"Come on, let me go dance!" At that moment, a seductive woman swayed her hips and approached, blocking Mukai Hisashi's path and clinging to him.
Saki smiled lightly, her eyes slightly red. With a sudden effort, she broke free from Mukai Hisashi's grip and walked away from him, who was still caught by the woman's hold.
"Drinking alone, won't that be boring?" A glass suddenly appeared in front of Xinran. She looked up slightly, gazing at Mukai Saki, who stood before her, blocking the dim light.
"Not boring!" Xinran replied coldly, her face expressionless.
"But I'm bored. Sit with me for a while!" Mukai Saki seemed to sense Xinran's desire to leave and quickly reached out to grab her, then sat down opposite her. "Young Master Si will be here soon to pick you up. Just sit with me for a moment, just a moment!"
Xinran extended her other hand to pry Mukai Saki's fingers off her arm. She rubbed her slightly reddened arm but did not get up to leave. Tonight, Mukai Saki seemed different from the mature and independent secretary she usually saw. Just now, it seemed she was asking for company because she felt lonely. Xinran could relate; she had also been deeply troubled by such loneliness.
This kind of loneliness wasn't true loneliness; it was the feeling of loving someone yet feeling inexplicably anxious and fearful due to a lack of attention. At that moment, the Mukai Saki she saw was still a beautiful woman, but nothing more than that. It seemed she couldn't see her sharpness or... her soul!
"Do you have something to say?" Xinran raised her glass and took a small sip before asking softly.
"Are you very happy right now?" Mukai Saki asked, pinching the base of her glass with two fingers and swirling it while watching the liquid roll around in the narrow space of the cup, then chuckled softly as she asked.
"Happiness is defined differently by everyone. I only know that I should be grateful for my current situation, rather than just enjoying happiness!"
"You ask if all men are the same? Haha, look at how foolish I am to even ask you such a question. Your man is different; he possesses qualities that no other man has, yet lacks the flaws that all men share!" Mukai Saki downed her drink and continued, "Now, do you think I’m ridiculous, just like I thought of you back then? I don’t find you ridiculous, but rather pitiful. I feel pitiful too; I don’t want this, truly don’t!"
"Love is inherently something difficult to grasp!" Xinran's gaze shifted to the handsome man in the center of the room who was dancing closely with a woman. She hadn’t had the chance to truly understand him; they had only met a few times. Yet some things were evident: "You love him, but he doesn’t love you back. Your heart aches, doesn’t it?"
"You noticed that too? Haha, but he remains oblivious. How ridiculous! Why must I step into this swamp?" Mukai Saki continued to drown her sorrows in alcohol. She repeatedly claimed she was foolish, but years of unrequited love had already seeped into her bones. Even if she wanted to let go, it wouldn’t be easy.
"Are you regretting it? But I can’t see any remorse in you. If you feel regret, then letting go sooner would be best!" Xinran felt that the entanglement between Mukai Saki and Mukai Hisashi was not a simple matter; it was complex. She was merely an outsider and didn’t need to say much; they would have to experience it themselves. Love is indeed a torturous weapon; some endure the torment willingly while others cannot bear it...
"Yes, letting go sooner is best. So many men are just men..." Mukai Saki laughed sadly, brushed her long hair back, stood up, and walked towards a young man leaning by the window.
Xinran shook her head; another dramatic scene was unfolding. However, she had no interest in watching because she had already guessed the ending... Mukai Hisashi and Mukai Saki might have been together in a past life; separating in this life wouldn’t be easy.
As for her and Mu Shaosi, perhaps they didn’t have that kind of fate in their past life. She wondered if relying solely on this life to make up for it would be enough.
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