Hearing Wen Jiaren's voice, the drunkard paused for a moment, then continued walking forward. The seawater quickly submerged his thighs, waves crashing against his body, drenching him completely.
But the drunkard showed no hesitation, determinedly heading towards death in the sea.
"Uncle, please come back, don't go any further."
Wen Jiaren was increasingly worried, "Don't you have family or friends? How sad would they be if you died?"
This is a living life, how could he not see a way out?
Perhaps the drunkard took in Wen Jiaren's words, as his steps finally halted.
Drunkard Wen Ningyu looked at the endless ocean before him, a deep sorrow filled his heart: Family? Friends? Haha, indeed, he had none. His wife and daughter didn't acknowledge him, his clan's siblings despised him, even his own father looked down on him, and his best friend betrayed him, destroying everything he had.
