The next morning, Yu Lin Bloodhawk rose from bed with a splitting headache. His legs felt weak and unsteady, as though he were walking through the clouds.
He opened his door to find Yiluo Chenfeng already standing outside.
"Finally awake?" Yiluo Chenfeng said. "How did you not drink yourself to death? What did you drink so much for?"
"You have no idea how blissful drinking yourself to death would be." Yu Lin Bloodhawk staggered out of his room, reeking of alcohol. "Surviving and waking up is the worst part."
He was hungry, and his mouth and throat were parched. His brain felt as though it had come loose inside his skull, rattling painfully with every step.
"Couldn't you have drunk a little less?" Yiluo Chenfeng scolded him with a frown.
"I didn't mean to drink that much. Somehow, I just kept drinking until I was drunk," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"What would you like to eat? I'll get it for you!" Yiluo Chenfeng said.
"Just a bowl of hot porridge. I don't want anything else," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said. "And bring me a jug of wine. I need some hair of the dog, or I won't get anything done today."
"You still want to drink? Absolutely not!" Yiluo Chenfeng said. "I'll only bring you porridge. Don't even think about touching another drop today!"
"What do you know? It's called hair of the dog. Drinking it is the only way to stop feeling so awful." Yu Lin Bloodhawk held his aching head. "My body's been pushed past its limits. It needs a gentler recovery process."
"Really?" Yiluo Chenfeng asked doubtfully.
"You've never been drunk before, have you?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked.
Yiluo Chenfeng shook her head. "I've only seen other people get drunk. You, for example!"
"Then listen to me!" Yu