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Amelia didn't know how long she had been throwing up—after a while, there was nothing left to vomit, yet the bile kept coming. The feeling was unbearable.

After she finished, she walked up to the mirror in the restroom, her face pale but flushed. She felt a little dizzy.

It was unusual for her to feel this way given her usual tolerance.

As she examined herself, a figure entered the room and looked surprised to see Amelia.

"Ava."

Hearing her familiar voice, Amelia turned her head and saw Victoria's face.

"Sis, what a coincidence."

Victoria walked over and frowned at Amelia's appearance and the smell of alcohol on her breath.

"How much did you drink?"

Amelia smiled foolishly and shook her head, "Not much, just about half a bottle of whiskey."

"Are you crazy?" Victoria tried to suppress her scolding tone. "Your body hasn't fully recovered, and you're drinking so much alcohol. Are you asking for death?"