The next day.
Dawn was breaking, and Qin Mo's head hurt terribly—she had drunk too much. The long ordeal of the night had left her utterly exhausted. She rubbed her eyes, feeling their heavy lids, unable to open them at all.
Agony!
Why did she have to drink so much?
Most importantly... after drinking, she seemed to have done something she shouldn't have.
She had the sensation that Chu Yiqin had come, but Qin Mo's consciousness hadn't fully returned.
Qin Mo buried herself deep in the blankets, feeling completely unable to rise, engulfed in despair...
Qin Mo tapped her head, trying hard to recall how much she had done to that man last night. It was only red wine; it shouldn't have led to memory loss. Slowly, she began to remember those embarrassing scenes—crying while holding on to the man.
She told him someone had bullied her, hugged him while calling someone a bastard, and cried for her mother...
Each of those scenes surfaced in her mind.