"What, what happened after that?" Chu Yu felt her throat tremble a little, "After I sang the 'Song of the Wine,' what did I do?" This morning, when she woke up, Chu Yu's head still ached from the hangover, and she vaguely remembered last night's events. Upon further reflection, she felt overwhelming regret, and hated that she had broken her rule of using poetry from future generations.
Chu Yu liked poetry, especially Li Bai's poems, which led her to sing 'Song of the Wine' in her drunken state. However, her affection was accompanied by respect; taking someone's poems from several hundred years later made Chu Yu feel deeply remorseful at heart.
But those were just secondary concerns. Her memory only lasted until the singing; what she did afterward, she could not remember at all. Fearing that she might have behaved improperly, Chu Yu cautiously asked while sipping the sobering soup brought by Rong Zhi.
