"Is it that handsome young man from that day?" He definitely has what it takes to be with Anna.
Handsome young man? Lin Mubai, is it? Isn’t he handsome?
Jesse’s face quickly turned to a look of unwillingness, and the next moment, his head was smacked hard by someone. He glared angrily at the other person: "Why hit my head?"
Everyone has things they hate, and Jesse’s biggest pet peeve is people smacking his head.
Colby. Valentine seemed to have hit his limit, but the former showed no intention of caring about the other’s anger. Colby. Valentine spoke to Jesse with a lecturing tone: "I tell you, kid, you’re not allowed to ruin Anna’s happiness."
"Why can’t the person who brings her happiness be me?" Jesse shouted back without thinking. He finally liked someone, why won’t anyone even give him a chance.
Right after he shouted, his head was smacked again: "Kid, let me tell you, anyone can bring Anna happiness, except you."
"Why? Why can’t I be the one to bring Anna happiness? I’m not worse than that Lin Mubai."
The next moment, Colby. Valentine’s calm words pushed him into a deep abyss: "Actually, you don’t need to compare yourself with anyone. You’re not worse than anyone, even the one Anna chose matches up, but you forgot the most important point, which is Anna doesn’t like you." Content orıginally comes from novel~fire~net
Jesse’s face instantly turned ashen, yes, Anna doesn’t like him, so no matter how he tries, it doesn’t matter.
Colby. Valentine, who had been observing his every reaction, continued with a faint smile on his lips: "Alright, don’t be discouraged, you’re so handsome, aren’t you worried that no girls will like you?"
After a moment of calm, Jesse slowly raised a bitter smile at the corner of his lips: "Yeah, no matter how outstanding I am, Anna doesn’t like me, it’s all just empty talk. I already know all these truths, I’m just deceiving myself."
Colby. Valentine somehow brought two bottles of Moutai and placed them in front of Jesse, smiling and patting his shoulder while saying: "Young man, don’t be discouraged, come on, let’s drink a couple of glasses, drown your sorrows in wine."
Whether it was because he was really upset or for another reason, Jesse actually took the glass Colby. Valentine handed him and downed it in one go.
Colby. Valentine brought 53-degree white wine, the outcome was predictable.
Maybe in his drunken dreams Jesse knew very well, he clearly came here today to enlist Colby. Valentine, the great pianist, to help him, but in the end, it turned out that he was the one who got drunk.
And Colby. Valentine looked at Jesse who was unresponsive on the sofa, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips, if you calculate it, Jesse’s move today was a wrong one.