The scene before me was reminiscent of a welcome party for Lysandra a year ago. That day was my birthday, but Roland, unusually, wasn’t to be found all day. Late at night, I received a call from an unknown number, which turned out to be Lysandra saying that Roland was drunk and asking me to pick him up. When I hurried to the private room, they were all laughing heartily. It turned out that Lysandra had lost at a game of Truth or Dare and had deliberately set me up. I was immediately infuriated and ready to leave when Roland leaned in and warned me, "Selena, everyone here is my friend. Don’t embarrass me!"
At that time, I still loved him deeply and sat back down despite my grievances. Just like tonight, when Lysandra lost and was punished with alcohol, she turned to Roland for help, even though he had already drunk quite a bit.
Knowing Roland had a sensitive stomach, I felt sorry for him. Under his weak pleas and coaxing, I ended up drinking the alcohol for him. Unfortunately, his friends seemed to get even more into the game. Roland, as if cursed, kept losing and in the end, I ended up in the hospital.
Instead of appreciating my sacrifice, he felt that my hospitalization ruined their fun and was annoyed.
"Selena, you see how uncomfortable Roland is. You’re the one who can drink the most, so come on, help him out!" Lysandra's words were filled with a sense of entitlement. "Roland, tell her to come over. She listens to you the most..."
Roland looked at me with a detached expression and casually waved me over. "I’m feeling unwell, so you should drink for me."
Finally, the moment I had been waiting for had arrived. I curled my lips into a smile and walked toward them with a beaming expression.
