The head felt slightly swollen, and the body was unbearably hot, with a strong emotion stirring restlessly.
Nathan Leafcastle just figured he was a bit tipsy and immediately turned to walk toward the restroom.
Holding a photo, Sally Dalton looked over worriedly, noticing his unsteady steps. She hurriedly put the photo down and followed, supporting his arm.
"Leafcastle, are you okay?"
Nathan Leafcastle gently shook his head, reached out to push open the restroom door, and turned on the faucet to wash his face. Sally Dalton handed him a tissue.
"Could something be wrong with the wine? Shall we go to the hospital?"
Sally Dalton knew his drinking capacity; he had only had three glasses of red wine today, so it shouldn't be this bad.
Nathan Leafcastle straightened up and gave her a reassuring smile.
"It's fine!"
