When he was in a bad mood, he liked to smoke, but rarely drank. So the number of times he got drunk in his life could be counted on one hand.

  That night four years ago, he also happened to have been drinking.

  It was the seventh day after his parents' death, and on that day his discharge report happened to be approved. Feeling terrible, he drank a bottle of empty wine in front of the tombstone.

  That day was all beer, and it was in the suburbs. After drinking, it wasn't easy to call a taxi, so I didn't get as drunk as last night.

  That night, it rained heavily, and he sat crouched in front of the tombstone, as if tormenting himself, refusing to leave.

  The rain kept getting heavier, and he was drenched like a drowned rat. Just as he wondered if he would be rained to death, an umbrella appeared above his head, and then someone quietly sat down beside him.

  The sky was very dark, with no light at all, and he couldn't see the face of the person coming towards him. However, her breath brushing against his skin told him that it was a young girl.

  She probably knew he was upset and didn't want to talk, so she didn't make a sound to disturb him, just quietly accompanied him.

  Later, the wine took effect and he felt uncomfortable. He might have said some nonsense, although he didn't remember what exactly, but he was very clear that the girl who accompanied him gave him a silent hug.

  Many times, comfort is not needed in words.

  Even after four years have passed, when he thinks back on that hug, it still feels... very warm.

  Later on, after getting drunk, he fell asleep leaning against the girl. When she woke up, it was already daylight, but he was no longer there.

  It wasn't because of that incident that he had deep feelings for the girl, but at his most difficult moment, she gave him the gentlest companionship.

  So this matter has been remembered by him all along.

  Perhaps it was that hug that really warmed his heart, so last night, he had a dream that was so similar yet beautiful...

  After taking a bath, Gu Yu Sheng collected his thoughts, changed into a clean set of clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

  As soon as he saw him, Guan Jia immediately entered the dining room and by the time Gu Yu Sheng sat down at the table, all the dishes were already laid out.

  Same as last time I got drunk, it's still vegetable and lean meat congee.

  Last night didn't eat anything, today slept until noon, Gu Yu's stomach was empty, picked up the porridge, drank half a bowl in one breath, then asked the butler standing beside him curiously: "How did I get back last night?"

  "Mr. Gu, you took a taxi back."

  "Oh." Gu Yu Sheng responded with a sound, perhaps because he was too drunk from drinking, and casually told the taxi driver the address of the villa.

  Gu Yu Sheng held his chopsticks and picked up two mouthfuls of food, realizing that he was the only one eating lunch, and asked again: "Where's Xiaojie?"

  "The young lady returned home last night and not long after, she received a phone call, seemingly from her agent. She went out and hasn't come back yet." The housekeeper paused for a moment before adding: "She must have work to attend to."

  Gu Yu Sheng mumbled something unclear, then quickly finished his lunch, grabbed the car keys and left the villa.

  The housekeeper stood in front of the window, watching as Mr. Gu's car drove out of the courtyard gate. Only then did he quickly run to the phone and dialed a number: "Miss, Mr. Gu has woken up... He's had his congee, and it seems like nothing is wrong with him..."