Jian Kang Lu didn't blanked out no matter how wasted he was. But still his memory can't be as clear as the blue sky after the rain. How could a wasted man remember clearly what happened when he knocked out? Last night he could only close his eyes and held his puke back to his throat.
Jian Kang Lu tried to sit on his bed and took a deep breath. Even now he still wants to puke. His surroundings spinning around him like planets circling around its sun. He tried to get his neuron synaptic in his brain working, transmitting his cloudy memory from last night back.
Jian Kang Lu remembered Zhang Min bringing him into his car, and driving him home. His own car will be delivered to his home by his resident. He remembered Zhang Min tried to ask him whether he wanted to throw up again.
