The room was too quiet. If Feng Ling hadn't been chattering non-stop and found a chance to chat about all sorts of topics, the room would have been completely silent.
However, Feng Ling, who rarely spoke, was like a chatterbox right now. She kept speaking as though she was afraid that he would be gone in the next moment, afraid that he wouldn't hear her, and as though she didn't want everything to be too quiet. When it was quiet, it wasn't realistic. She couldn't be sure that she was awake or that he was alive.
"So, what exactly do I look like when I am drunk?"
"Do I have a lot to say to you? Is that why you know that I really need that to encourage me? Is that why you knew that the first thing I wanted to do was to destroy TMing, so you helped me to achieve it after that night? Could it be that I told you all of this?"
"What else? Do you like me when I'm drunk?"
"Which side of me do you like?"
