Zhang Ma continued to talk, but Xiang Wan could no longer take it in. Her hearing seemed to stop at 'child groom'...
It was as though someone had suddenly extracted her soul, leaving her feeling light and her mind in a daze.
No wonder Zuo Xingyun's first words upon waking up that morning were, "Weren't you all brave last night? How come you've gone so quiet now?"
It wasn't that she was brave— it was like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth or bungee jumping in the East African Rift, purely a death wish.
Seeing that Zhang Ma was still dozing off, Xiang Wan felt like crying but no tears would come. She tightly clutched Zhang Ma's arm: "You shouldn't have told me about the jokes my dad used to make..."
If so, she wouldn't have spilled everything while she was drunk, adding to her embarrassment by calling Zuo Xingyun a 'child groom.' Now, she was truly ashamed and couldn't face anyone, wishing she could immediately leave this planet, even if it meant digging soil on the moon...