Chapter 87

James' POV

I didn't remember how I got home.

I had never been so drunk.

When I woke up, I had a severe headache. I felt weak and uncomfortable. I knew I had a cold.

That was what I wanted, and I could fall asleep again.

I slept all the time. When I woke up, I drank some water and continued to sleep as if I could forget everything by sleeping.

Sleeping was good. No matter how sad I was and how much I missed her, I knew nothing when I fell asleep.

I didn't expect to sleep for two days.

Lucas came to my home worriedly. "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

He drew open the curtains. My eyes hurt from the bright sunlight, so I subconsciously reached out to block the light.

"James, what are you doing? Is it meaningful to torture yourself like this?" Judging from Lucas' voice, I knew he was angry. I put down my hand and looked at him with a smirk. "Why are you so angry?"