The hangover was awful. A moment ago, she'd apparently been chased by a bee—or maybe a whole swarm—and her head was still full of buzzing.
How terrifying.
In her panic, she'd run all the way here, only to get another fright.
No matter how she looked at it, this was just too miserable.
Her head hurt so much.
She really had drunk too much this time.
The woman rested a hand on her forehead, then suddenly noticed the pleasant scent of bamboo leaves at the tip of her nose.
"Bamboo... grove?"
She struggled to open her eyes and make out her surroundings.
Then she gave a faint, helpless smile.
She really had run off to some remote place.
If something had actually happened to her, she would have had only herself to blame, wouldn't she?
That person just now...
Through the haze, she thought she'd seen a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he'd spotted something.
What was it?
There'd been something rather unusual about that smile.
Could it be that he'd never seen a woman dead drunk before and was laughing at her?
She'd been about to get angry, but she had to admit she really had looked awful.
She'd never stay up all night drinking again.
Those bastards.
In her heart, she gave them a thorough, vicious scolding.
She'd told them not to walk her home, and not one of those idiots had done it.
They really hadn't worried about her at all.
Even though it was already daylight,
she was a young, pretty woman who'd been drinking...
"Bang!"
The woman clenched her fist and slammed it against the ground.
Just wait until she got her hands on them!
And that person from earlier—she hoped she'd never run into him again.
There'd been plenty