Han Zhijin?
Why is he here?
Hadn’t he left already?
With a puzzled frown, Xia Wan’an turned around and rushed to Han Zhijin, who was slumped on the ground.
"Han Zhijin?"
Xia Wan’an called out to Han Zhijin, but he ignored her and kept pouring alcohol into his mouth.
"Han Zhijin!" Xia Wan’an raised her voice and called out again, and seeing no response, she extended her foot and kicked his shin.
Han Zhijin shifted his legs aside, not even giving Xia Wan’an a glance. Seeing that his can was empty, he threw it forward without any manners and then took another can of beer from the shopping bag next to him.
Such a troublemaker, never giving anyone a break!
Thinking this, Xia Wan’an, unable to contain her anger, lifted her leg and kicked Han Zhijin again, "Han Zhijin, are you itching for a beating? Do you think I won’t hit you!"
Xia Wan’an had used so force this ti, and perhaps because the kick hurt him, Han Zhijin angrily looked up at Xia Wan’an, his eyes fierce as if he were about to kill soone.
In Xia Wan’an’s mory, Han Zhijin had always been gentle, but seeing him like this now, she couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated.
But then, the next second, Han Zhijin furiously roared, "Go ahead and hit !"
Xia Wan’an: "..." Impressive courage, it was the first ti she had seen soone demand to be hit with such a fierce deanor!
"You’d better beat to death!" Han Zhijin, who had just shouted with righteous indignation, suddenly got teary-eyed, "Anyway, I have no face to live anymore!"
Saying this, Han Zhijin began to crazily guzzle down the beer again. Possibly because he was drinking too furiously, he choked on it and started coughing violently. As he coughed, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
Looking at Han Zhijin like this, Xia Wan’an felt an indescribable sadness welling up inside her. She stared at him for a while, then walked over, gently patting his back, trying to ease his coughing.
"Get off! Don’t bother about ! Cough, cough, cough..." Han Zhijin dismissively swatted away Xia Wan’an’s hand.
Xia Wan’an, being generous, didn’t take it to heart and lifted her hand to pat his back again.
Han Zhijin moved his lips, as if he wanted to scold Xia Wan’an, but in the end, he didn’t.
After Han Zhijin had eased off a bit, Xia Wan’an finally withdrew her hand from his back, "Stop drinking, you’ve had enough. I’ll call a cab to take you ho..."
"Ho?" Han Zhijin muttered the word, then his eyes reddened even more, "I... I might not even have a ho anymore..."
Hearing this, Xia Wan’an turned her head to look at Han Zhijin.
Han Zhijin was looking down, appearing extrely dejected.
Neither of them spoke, but she saw the large teardrops falling to the ground beside him.
Xia Wan’an pursed her lips and quietly asked, "Did sothing happen?"
Han Zhijin, probably drunk and not very lucid, muttered after hearing Xia Wan’an’s question, "I, I owe my uncle an apology... I, I owe my aunt an apology too... I owe them all an apology..."
Xia Wan’an was puzzled and didn’t quite understand what Han Zhijin was rambling about, and just as she was about to ask what exactly had happened, Han Zhijin said in a muffled and resentful voice, "I just found out today, how heartbroken my aunt was the day she left..."
(When conceiving the story, I thought that this ti I must portray family and friendships, especially for Han Zhijin, a boy growing up! This Chapter really captured the feeling I wanted!)
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