Julian pulled the corner of the quilt up, held her shoulders, and said calmly, "Who hurt you?"
"You! You guys are in the same group. The wine must have been drugged!"
Julian: "It's just ordinary liquor. Who can you blame for your poor alcohol tolerance? Who told you to drink?"
She raised her face, stared at him with red eyes, pouted and cried, "You're still talking about me?"
It seemed as if she had to bear all the grievances in the world alone.
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