When Tian Xingjian woke up with a splitting headache from his hangover, he found himself lying in a small room of about five square meters. "Damn it, who put me in the confinement room?" Fatty shouted at the top of his lungs. Apart from a sliver of light coming from under the door crack, the confinement room had no lamps or windows.
He sat on the ground, trying hard to recall what happened yesterday. Drinking, and before the drinking? He paused for a moment and shook his head. The meeting between Ann Lei and Milan inevitably surfaced in his mind again. Fatty now genuinely wished that this was just a dream or that time could rewind.
