On Bella Green’s side, with the comfort of the Bennett Family, her mood gradually calmed down.

But on the other side, it was a different scene.

In the dim living room, bottles were tipped over on the floor.

A girl in a white sweater hugged her knees, sitting on the ground, her back against the sofa.

Her eyes were red, somewhat dazed as she stared ahead, with a hint of drunkness in them.

At the living room’s entrance, Louis Lawrence, having changed into casual home wear, stood there, his gaze calmly watching the unusually quiet girl.

Xylia Xandrell had originally planned to return to school after having dinner with Louis Lawrence, as she had classes tomorrow.

But at this moment, she did not want to go back.

She said she wanted to drink, so Louis brought her here.

Louis had some beer at home, not much.

Yet Xylia drank it all.

He could tell she wasn’t a drinker, just subconsciously gulping down can after can.

She drank up all his stock.

After a long time, Louis walked over, stood in front of Xylia, hands in his pockets, looking down at her.

If it weren’t for her wide-open eyes, he would have thought she had fallen asleep.

Standing there for ages, he didn’t see any reaction from Xylia, making Louis somewhat suspicious.

Sleeping with her eyes open?

He lifted his foot and nudged Xylia’s foot.

"Are you asleep?"

The girl’s body trembled slightly, then she lifted her somewhat stiff neck.

Her vacant gaze met his.

That appearance, placed in this deep night, was rather unsettling.

The room lights were off, only the bedroom’s light seeped in, dim and unclear.

"Can I stay here?" The girl’s usually warm and pleasant voice was now somewhat hoarse and unpleasant.

Louis raised an eyebrow, suddenly smirked.

"I thought the last place you’d dare to stay is my home."

Louis’s words made Xylia shudder instinctively, then she looked away.

"Nothing I wouldn’t dare." She said softly.

Louis was indeed a bit cheeky, but for some reason, she felt he wouldn’t do anything to her.

Louis looked at the girl, her head lowered, desolate in appearance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"You love that man deeply?" He asked.

Xylia buried her head even deeper.

"I’ve loved him for eight years."

Hearing this, Louis couldn’t help but snort.

"A twelve-year-old girl knows love? It’s just a naive crush, associating it with love is too absurd."

This mocking tone instantly ignited Xylia.

She suddenly raised her head, her flaming red eyes glaring at Louis, teeth clenched, as if she might swallow him whole the next second.

"You think everyone is like you? I must be insane to talk about love with you."

As she spoke, Xylia supported herself on the sofa to stand up.

Her legs and feet were long numb, coupled with her dizzy head, Xylia stumbled, nearly unable to stand.

Forcing herself to stabilize, she staggered as she moved toward the door.

Seeing the girl barely reaching his chest, Louis suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her arm.

"What, made a mess of my living room and now want to mess up my bedroom?"

Xylia only felt the fury in her chest grow stronger.

She forcefully shook her arm but couldn’t free it from his grip.

"I’m going back to school."

"In this sorry state back to school?" Louis laughed.

Xylia furrowed her brows slightly, even though she drank a lot, her consciousness was still quite clear.

She herself couldn’t believe her alcohol tolerance was this good, because she usually never drank.

She froze there, somewhat lost.