"Please take me to the Second People's Hospital."
The drunkard left Wu Garden and walked a long distance. Hesitating on the street for a long time, he finally hailed a taxi.
The car door closed, and all the noise outside diminished significantly.
The drunkard sat in the back seat, staring absentmindedly at the scenery flashing past the car window.
He's been in the Capital City for eight years, yet he still feels so unfamiliar with this place, with many areas he hasn't even visited.
The only places he is familiar with are a few bars.
He only recognizes a few streets that lead back to his apartment and to Wu Garden.
These eight years, it seems his life has been rather... too confused and disoriented.
Sometimes he wonders, being someone who does nothing but drink, without a proper job, not even taking care of himself, how could Qing Yi, with such good taste and having seen everything, fall for him?
Anyone randomly pulled off the street is probably more reliable than him.
