Calling out for Shen Li a few times, seeing no response from inside, Shen Xingchen carried the hangover tea in her left hand and raised her right hand to push the door open.
Stepping into the room, she immediately saw Shen Li lying face-down on the bed, still wearing his clothes and even his shoes.
Earlier, he said he didn't drink much, said he wasn't drunk.
But clearly now, the situation was obvious—he had drunk too much; he was unmistakably drunk.
He had been acting tough in front of her the whole time.
Walking closer with the hangover tea, Shen Xingchen placed the tea on the bedside table, then reached out to nudge Shen Li. "Uncle, uncle."
When Shen Li didn't wake, Shen Xingchen called his name again: "Shen Li."
After all these years, calling Shen Li's name had become more natural, more habitual.
When she was younger, she would only call him by his full name when he upset her.
