Marigold did her best to feel sober. She headed to the kitchen area to find cold water that she could drink.
"Perhaps it's just because I'm drunk that I'm having a reverie of dirty thoughts about us," she pondered as she drank a glass of water.
After she regained consciousness, she returned to the room and stared at Raymart, attempting to fall asleep like him.
"Why is he so beautiful? Why is my heart trembling even though I'm only looking at him? Why am I acting like this?" she asked, her gaze fixed on him. She absolutely loved looking at him, and she could do so for the rest of her life. And after nearly 30 minutes of staring at Raymart, she began to feel drowsy.
***
When Raymart woke up, he immediately scratched his head as if in pain from a hangover.
As far as he knew he was too much for his few friends to have fun. But in reality he chose to get drunk, he is no longer a young man and he feels that the disaster of his life will begin.
