She had drunk five bottles of wine, and was extremely drunk, with Trenton Smith shouting by her side.
In recent years, she hadn't touched alcohol, so her alcohol tolerance had plummeted. It didn't take much, just five bottles of beer, to nearly knock her out.
Trenton Smith looked at the drunkard in his arms with a cold face, wondering how she even managed to find her way home in such a state. He picked her up from the ground and shouted at a servant nearby, "Go make some hangover tea."
Norris Moore was tucked in his arms as he carried her, feeling dizzy. She complained, "Can you walk slower?"
"...I think you're just tired of living." He said harshly.
Norris Moore laughed within his arms, "I don't want to live anymore..."
Her voice was hazy, and her laughter was foggy. She seemed drunk beyond belief, as if she was wandering between life and dream.
