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I took another gulp. My alcohol tolerance was not good to begin with. Under my depressed mood, I started to drink. After a while, I started to lose my wits.

Qian Wen was good enough to drink with me, but it didn't have anything to do with him.

"Hey, do you feel like you're being watched?" When he saw me lying drunk on the table, he shook me.

"Surveillance? Who's spying on me? I don't feel it