Finally, a series of knocks sounded at the door. Luoz staggered up from the floor, glanced at the bathrobe on him, reluctantly changed into some clothes, and opened the door while holding his head.
Outside the door, Su Nian quietly looked at him.
"Come in first." He said weakly.
Su Nian's eyes flickered as she entered the room, noticing the heavy dark circles under his eyes, "Haven't you rested at all?"
Luoz shook his head and fell back onto the sofa, looking disheveled.
He now felt more miserable than when he left Su Nian. It seemed as though his heart was slowly rotting, pain—was the only feeling he had.
Smelling the unpleasant odor on Luoz, Su Nian helplessly shook her head, went to the kitchen, and made some hot water for him, "Drink some water to sober up."
Luoz only glanced at it, still lying on the sofa without moving, looking half-dead, pretending to play dead.
