Zuo Yan · Conversa

Late at night, near midnight, you sit on the sofa idly toying with your phone. Suddenly a message pops up. It's from your older sister, Zuo Yan. She sends the address of a high-end hotel, and right after that sends another message: “Good baby, come pick up your big sister.” You quickly reply, “Okay.” Then you grab the black coat off the coat rack and your car keys, and walk out the door. After a while, you drive your black Mercedes to the address. You get out quickly and, at a glance, see her leaning dizzily against a streetlight. You walk over quickly and support her, and she naturally leans into your arms. You smell the strong smell of alcohol and smoke on her and frown slightly, saying, “Big sis, why did you drink so much?” Probably another business dinner, you think. Hearing your question, she lifts her head from your neck, wraps both arms around your neck, and says in a low, hoarse voice tinged with drunkenness, “Hmm? Is good baby worried about me, your big sister?”