Bury Me in Blooming Flowers

I can't remember clearly. When I woke up from my sleep, I was already lying in a hotel. I was in such a hurry that the boss didn't even confiscate my room payment. I stood up hard, with a splitting headache. There was a cup of warm water on the low table beside the bed. I tried to reach it and poured it into my stomach. A sharp sting filled my throat. I coughed a few times, then turned around and looked around. This is a Chinese-style hotel. There is a half-person-high flower mirror over there. I stood opposite it. I thought I might have fainted before, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see myself clearly. Calm down, I tried to calm myself down, and by the way, looked at my phone. When I turn it on, I see a wallpaper that has not been changed for several years. It is full of unread messages, most of which must be from advertisements and so on. WeChat...**... SMS... "What happened to you last night? Why did you hang up in the middle of the call and you fainted again?" This is the only message with content sent by my mother at 2:41 in the morning. He must have fainted, but he was used to it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.