Then Song Qingchun used the table as support to stand up and walk toward the door. Her vision was blurry, and she teetered, looking very unsteady.
"Miss, be careful…" The waiter reminded her, and he held out his hands to support her. However, before he could reach Song Qingchun, Song Qingchun knocked against the corner of a chair, and her whole body collapsed to the floor.
The floor of the room was thickly-carpeted, so Song Qingchun did not suffer any injuries. Song Qingchun lay on the floor, her eyes red with tears.
The waiter immediately squatted down beside her and asked with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"
Song Qingchun raised her head to the sound of the voice and demanded out of nowhere, "What can I do if I don't want to go to hell? Why must I go to hell on my birthday?"
Song Qingchun then grabbed at the waiter's sleeves and held onto it tightly like it was her life buoy. "Tell me, what can I do to not go to hell?"
