"The fourth thing, in your life, what is the fourth thing that made you feel devastated?"
Wen Xishu asked more straightforwardly than the last time. But unexpectedly, Tang Rui shook her head:
"There is no... no fourth thing."
The effect of the truth-telling wine was still there; the one who drank it could not lie. Indeed, there was no fourth thing.
Although Wen Xishu was puzzled, he didn't ask further. He was silent for a good while, as if he vaguely understood something.
At the end of this truth-telling conversation, he picked up his wine glass and drank it down with gusto.
Tang Rui propped her head with her hand, feeling a bit drowsy and confused:
"You... what are you doing?"
"I've learned everything I wanted to know, so here, I'll share a secret with you in return."
Tang Rui chuckled, asking somewhat vaguely:
"Then why... why haven't you been loved? I've always been curious; after all, you have a happy family."
