Jin Nian couldn't remember anything. Drinking really did make her memory hazy, and she had no memory of what had happened while she was drunk. Lu An was surprisingly patient as he helped her recall. "There was a fool who got herself drunk, and then she pulled me along, cried, and laughed while talking nonsense." He was telling the truth. When he went to the private room to look for someone, Jin Nian was the only one left lying on the sofa, feeling groggy.
Drunk people were unusually heavy and uncooperative. It took him a lot of effort to pick her up. She said a lot of things and finally vomited all over him. Women were troublesome, torturing others and torturing themselves. The pink dress had been stained with a lot of filth. Lu An had to bear with the disgust and carry her upstairs to deal with it. Wanhe Huayuan was such a luxurious hotel, and Young Master Lu's suite was the best.
