Her crying ceased for a moment, and the man stood still, staring at her for a moment, before he walked around the table, walked over to her, and sat down.

He snatched the bottle she was holding and gently set it aside, then grabbed her by the shoulders and took her into his arms.

There were all the people around, and on the dimly lit booth, he hugged her silently, she leaned on his arms, and trembled slightly, so that he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently patted her back.

It was a long time before he pulled her out of his arms.

He lowered his head and saw that her crying eyes and nose were red, her face was full of tears, and her long eyelashes were wet and sticky together.

He sighed softly, as if helpless, as if distressed, and then he raised his hands, held her face, and used his fingers to carefully and gently wipe away the tears and snot on her face.

The hands are rare and beautiful in the world, the fingers are slender, the bones are distinct, and from the movements, people can feel a delicate care and love.

After he wiped her face clean, his fingertips fell on the wound on her forehead, he checked it very gently, and made sure that it was okay, so he took out an alcohol wipe from his pocket, disinfected her wound, and wiped the dried blood around her wound.

His hand finally landed on her head, and he stopped for a long time before he clasped her head, raised it gently, then lowered his head, and imprinted a faint kiss on her eyebrows, and then let go of her, stood up, and left.

He left for about a minute, Song Qingchun, who was sitting in the booth, suddenly sniffled and took out her mobile phone from her bag, she lowered her head, pressed it for a while, and sent a text message out: [I'm in MIX, I've drunk, can you come and pick me up? 】

When the text message was sent, she put the phone back in her bag.

……

Song Qingchun blinked, looked at the studio hall in front of him that had changed programs, and his eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

Probably because of the drinking, her brain was a little dull, and she was stunned for a while before she could react that something was wrong.

She was obviously lying on the table and crying bitterly just now, why is she sitting up straight now, watching a performance?

She rolled her eyes suspiciously, and her gaze fell fixedly on the table, looking at the bottle of foreign wine that was less than a third left, and her brows furrowed even more.

If she remembers correctly, she should have been holding this bottle of wine just now, why was it so far away from her now?

It's really evil...... Could it be that she drank high......

Song Qingchun's last rhetorical question hadn't come out in her heart yet, as if she had remembered something, she suddenly raised her hand and touched her face.

It's dry, and there's no tear-wet touch at all......

She vaguely seemed to understand something, and sat up from the card seat all of a sudden, carrying her bag, and stumbling towards the bathroom with some unsteady steps.

She almost collapsed in front of the sink, and she looked in the mirror, her eyes wide open and her face carefully examined.

The skin is fair and delicate, there is no trace of tears, and even the blood on the forehead has disappeared completely.