Outside the main hall, Suzanne Trent was carried a few steps away by Mason King.
The wind of late autumn blew, causing her drunkenness to surge. She rested her head on his shoulder, leaning into his arms, eyes closed, and murmured, "I can really still drink... I still..."
Mason King adjusted her coat, looking at her.
"Daniel... Daniel Turner..." Suzanne suddenly raised her hand, poking him under the chin, her face flushed from alcohol. She squinted her eyes, "I... to you... I want to say... you... you're really..." She heaved suddenly.
Suzanne abruptly turned and wanted to vomit on the ground.
Mason King set her down, supporting her to the edge of the lawn in the King Mansion Garden. Suzanne staggered, unable to stand firm, half of her body leaning on his. She turned her head towards the ground, retching for a long time but nothing came out. Finally, she wiped her mouth, exhaled long and deep. "Ah… relived…"