Tang Wan felt somewhat dizzy, and even when she arrived at the door of the house, she still looked confused.
"What are you dazing out for? Get the keys," said Jiang Jinsang as he released her hand, closed the umbrella, and leaned against the wall.
He looked down at her, her face red, her eyes red, indescribably soft and tender, he almost couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheeks.
The old house had an independent courtyard, and the doors faced outward. The courtyard walls were not high, and sometimes if they were out for too long, they'd lock the door.
"Uhm," Tang Wan just snapped back to reality and started rummaging through her bag for the keys.
Having drunk too much, even with her wits about her, her body was not entirely under control. Coupled with the dim light, she just couldn't align the keys with the lock hole.
The more hurried she was, the less she could insert them.