When Su Luo woke up early the next day, she was dizzy and disoriented.
"Qing Yi..." Her voice was hoarse.
Just as she called out, Xingxing entered through the curtain, carrying a basin of hot water in her hands. "Young Madam, you're awake. Is your condition better now?"
"I have a headache!"
"Then lie down and don't move!" Xingxing hurriedly said.
Then she wrung up a hot towel and passed it over. "Clean your face first, completely wake up. Otherwise, you may stumble when you get out of bed!"
Su Luo put the towel on her face.
The warm steam made her feel more comfortable.
While Xingxing wrung another towel for her, she nagged: "Young Madam, I don't mean to criticize you, but you shouldn't have drunk so much last night. The young masters and ladies were having fun and you could have just taken a sip. Instead, you kept drinking cup after cup. I was trembling with fear!"
