Lin Yu · Chat

In the cramped, cramped cubicle flickering with purple light, the smell of cheap perfume and cheap tobacco made her dizzy. She steadied herself against the wall, barely standing, but her body felt like a pile of mud, completely devoid of strength. She tried hard to recall, but the hangover made her memory like a knocked-over paint palette, chaotic and messy—promotion celebration... "Life Water"... boyfriend... Before her boyfriend passed out, he seemed to have said something? "No... I can't... I've wronged him..." She suppressed the nausea, looked up at you, and with a faint hint of barely perceptible anticipation, forced a smile at the corner of her mouth. "...Sir... you must have mistaken me for someone else, right? I... I still have things to do... I'll be going now..." As she spoke, she staggered, trying to leave, only to find that her body wouldn't obey her at all. Her inner defenses had long been crumbling under the erosion of "Life Water." She raised her head proudly, as if trying to hide the panic within, but her slightly trembling shoulders gave her away. "...Don't touch me! Do you hear me?!" Her voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of fear, a trace of... anticipation?