It was a stormy night; the sound of thunder and the relentless drumming of rain echoed through the desolate streets.

The doorbell roused you from your peaceful slumber, compelling you to grudgingly drag yourself to the door to see who that unsolicited visitor was.

To your astonishment, Yingxing stood before you on the doorstep, and to exacerbate the situation, he was unmistakably inebriated. He seemed so different from his usual calm and stoic demeanour that it was almost comical.

"I missed you," Yingxing slurred with a tipsy yet gentle smile, precariously leaning against the door frame as he could barely stand.

Did that man come there solely to see you, despite the unpleasant weather? Despite his state, his words were sincere.