Chapter 797: Go Find Her Personally

Samuel Johnson's face showed a brief moment of displeasure as he slowly lifted his head. Only after he saw Tim Morrison's expression did he slowly avert his gaze.

He spoke with his head lowered, "I just wanted to try, to see what getting drunk feels like."

"What?" What kind of lousy excuse is that?

"Maybe if I get drunk, I won't feel so bad," he said, tilting his head back as the sparse light fell upon his face. His expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of confusion, "Maybe if I get drunk, I won't think of her anymore."

Tim Morrison felt a chill through his body. Holding the bottle, he called out somewhat helplessly, "Samuel, you..."

"But when you're down on your luck, even drinking water can get stuck between your teeth." Samuel Johnson chuckled, "The more I drink, the more I can't help but want to see her." His hand covered his eyes, his voice very soft, "The more I want to get drunk, the clearer my mind becomes."