Chapter 1355: Fighting for Tianxin (4) Ye Tianxin motioned for Mingzhu to come in. Looking at all kinds of books in the room, Mingzhu couldn’t help but exclaim, “Tianxin, you have so many books here!”

Ye Tianxin’s dormitory was full of books.

These books were laid out in convenient places for Ye Tianxin.

That way, Ye Tianxin would take the book and turn a few pages as long as she had a bit of time.

She was studying tirelessly.

“I am learning a little too much.”

Ye Tianxin took out the tableware from the kitchen.

“Do you have any booze?”

“Just wine. Is it all right?”

“All right.”

Mingzhu packed a lot of barbecues. Ye Tianxin watched Mingzhu drinking the wine from her glass, one mouthful at a time.

She took a book and flipped it casually.

Mingzhu grabbed the book from her hands and put it aside. She said to Ye Tianxin with a cry, “Tianxin, will you please just talk to me? I am so sad now!”

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“Aren’t you just disappointed to be in love? What’s wrong with you?”

With a trace of sadness in her voice, Mingzhu said, “You understand nothing. You have never been in love, or rather, never been disappointed in love.”

Both Mingzhu and Ye Tianxin were students at the School of International Politics at Imperial University.

The two became very close because of one homework assignment.

The relationship between Mingzhu and Ye Tianxin was relatively better.

“That’s right. I haven’t been disappointed in love, so I can’t understand your pain. If you want to drink, I will provide you with wine. If you want to tell me about it, I am all ears.”

Mingzhu whispered with reddened eyes, “Ye Tianxin, you are so cold-blooded and ruthless.”

Ye Tianxin opened the book and continued reading. She didn’t speak at all.

Mingzhu covered her face and cried out.

“Ye Tianxin, do you know what the most terrible thing in this world is? It’s not separation, but death.”

Ye Tianxin looked up at Ming Zhu’s face. Mingzhu’s millet hair curled slightly.

There was a touch of drunkenness on her cheeks.

“You don’t know how sad I am... I am so depressed.”

“I can see it.”

Mingzhu drank the wine from the glass silently.

Actually, Ye Tianxin was right.

Nobody could ever fully understand the sadness of others.

The joy, the happiness, and the delight.

These positive emotions could be transmitted to each other.

However, the sadness could only be digested alone.

“Forget it. I’ll drink alone, and you read your book.”

Holding her legs, Mingzhu stared at Ye Tianxin drunkenly. She sipped the sweet and sour wine from her glass.

The wine in Ye Tianxin’s room was from Jing Zhichen.

Jing Zhichen said that someone had given him some good wines, so he sent some over to Ye Tianxin.

After all, the wine could make one look young and beautiful.

“Is this wine good?”

Mingzhu shook her head and said, “All the wine is awful. But, isn’t there an old saying? There’s nothing to drown people’s sorrow except Du Kang liquor.”

“Then, take your time.”

Mingzhu got drunk in the end.

Mingzhu was so drunk that Ye Tianxin had to send her back to her dormitory.

She had to vacate the sofa and let Mingzhu sleep on it for one night.

There was no other way.

This was a two-bedroom apartment: one was hers, the other was Li Qingcang’s.

She could not let Mingzhu sleep in Li Qingcang’s bedroom even though Li Qingcang was away.