The night was deep and silent.
Yet the lights at He Fang's place were still brightly lit.
After casually eating a bowl of egg-fried rice with diced carrots and eggs, she went downstairs to the supermarket to buy a small jar of honey. She brought it upstairs, brewed it with the cooled warm water, and carried it into the bedroom, planning to pour it down Qin Guanglin's throat.
People who had drunk too much not only woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth and tongue, feeling terrible, but they would also often wake up the next morning with a headache and acid stomach, unable to eat. It was truly miserable, yet these symptoms could be greatly relieved by just one glass of honey water.
Looking at Qin Guanglin sprawled out on the bed, He Fang thought for a moment, then went out to pour another glass of warm water. She brought it back to the bedroom, helped him sit up, and said, "Come on, rinse your mouth."
