C37 His Pain

Unfortunately, he said there was no oil. He just said it out loud, but there was still no oil. There was only a single lantern by the window emitting a faint glow. The slightly damp oil paper slowly dried up.

He slid into the doorway, his back to the door, and stared at the lantern.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked softly.

However, he said, "I drank too much today. Zhiqiu