The amount of information in the woman's sentence is really too large, and I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't understand what she meant. If I do anything else, I will definitely play to my strengths in catching gossip and break the casserole to ask the end, but it involves an innocent little life, and it is too sensitive, so I am too embarrassed to ask her what happened. So I just silently wiped her tears and didn't say a word to her.

She cried for a long time, so long that she finally stopped when I thought that all the wine she had drunk had turned to tears. I thought she must have woken up by this time, so I left her to sit here, and went to the tea-table to make her some tea again. She sobbed and kept looking at me, not trying to talk to me.

I have always made tea in a casual mood, and I have never been as skillful as Sinan, so I quickly made tea and handed the cup to her.

"It's okay to pour seven points of tea, like you just poured, no one wants to drink tea with you. ”

"Sorry, I just lost my temper. ”

I kindly reminded her, and she politely and rigorously took the cup of justice, and returned to the strong woman appearance I had when I first met her. Maybe this kind of temperament is more in line with her appearance and identity, but after experiencing everything just now, how I think she looks like this makes me feel very awkward.

"You don't have to apologize to me, and I don't think you're out of shape. As a girl, appropriate tears and showing weakness are the rights we should have. And I think you're more ...... just now."

I was going to say the word "cute" next, but when I thought of what had just happened, I swallowed it back again. She looked at me suspiciously, who was only halfway talking, and asked with a frown:

"What's more? Is it too weak to be looked down upon?"

"No, how could you have such an idea!"

I was amazed at her reaction and didn't understand how she could have such extreme thoughts, so much so that my voice was a little agitated and made her mistakenly think I was throwing a tantrum. Then she didn't think about it, and apologized to me as soon as possible:

"I'm sorry. ”

I didn't mean to be angry, but when she said this, I was a little angry.

"I'm not angry, why are you apologizing to me, I remember when I first met you, you weren't like this, you were so arrogant, so good-looking, you shouldn't be like now. ”

"What about being arrogant, what about being good-looking, even if I am envied by all the women, and he doesn't love me, what can I do?"

Her expression became more and more lonely against the backdrop of these words, and I looked at her drooping eyebrows, and I thought that the two of us should now go and sit down in the tavern, heat up two jugs of good wine, and talk about the story again.

It's just a pity that reality doesn't allow me to take her away, so I can only stay here honestly and wait for her to continue her story.

I knew she would tell me her story, and that was evident from the fact that she had been drinking too much and then came to me, but one thing I wasn't sure about was whether the story would mention anything to do with the mysterious man.

If there is a real intersection between them, then we have a chance to find that person through her hand. If not, then when I listen to a story for free, there is nothing to lose.

Just when I was secretly analyzing in my heart, she finally opened her mouth when she was hiding thousands of things.