What's going on? Zhang Hao hazily got up, only to realize he was sleeping on the floor.
What happened? Zhang Hao confusedly got up, sat on his bed, and slowly began to recall what really happened.
"I got drunk." Thinking of this, Zhang Hao jumped out of bed, his body already a bit weak, his foot slipped, and his head hit the bed edge directly.
This made Zhang Hao swear out loud in pain, only slowly getting up after a while when the pain eased somewhat.
"Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu." Zhang Hao slowly walked to the door, found the room quiet, and the air conditioning in the living room had been turned off.
But what responded to him was loneliness filling the room, "What happened."
He knew his parents must've gone to work, but Zhang Yu should be home; she's a girl without friends, where else could she go.
He walked to the small partition and unexpectedly found Zhang Yu not there; checking the kitchen, it was empty, and he didn't find prepared breakfast.
