Weilan rolled her eyes, "Could it be that man, who just so happened to look a lot like Song Di?"
"How did you know?" Ding Lan was stunned. "Could it be, could it be Song Di?"
Did that damn rogue take advantage of her drunkenness last night and do her in?
"From now on, we two can't drink anymore." Weilan made up her mind in pain. "This stuff, drink it once, and we lose ourselves, it's too infuriating."
"Weilan," Ding Lan groaned twice. "It hurts so much, could it really have happened?"
"Looking at you, could you believe it didn't?" Weilan asked.
"I don't believe it," Ding Lan shook her head. "But wasn't it supposed to be wonderful? Why does it hurt so much? My legs hurt so much I can't close them."
"That's how it is," Weilan sighed.
Weilan went back to the sofa outside, sat down, and crossed her legs. "You go rest, I have nowhere to go, I'll stay here for the day."
