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Memory was drunk. Her husband was on a business trip, so I had to take her home first. I carried Memory out of the bar, but the high heels were not strong enough. I leaned sideways and was about to fall. "Be careful!" Memory and I were supported by someone and sat in someone else's booth. "Thank you, sorry, we'll leave right away..." I apologized subconsciously, but the other party didn't say anything. I looked up after I made sure Memory was okay and shouted in surprise: "Sarah?" This voice sounded familiar. The person opposite smiled heartily and pushed his bangs back: "Although I had a short haircut back then, it's really too much for you not to remember me. We were comrades who stayed up all night together!" Looking at his cunning eyes and familiar teasing, I burst out laughing: "Rolin?" "Please call me by my English name, Rolin. I'm in the international circle now." He took me in his arms and introduced me to his friend. His circle of friends were all social experts. One of them was a foreign friend who toasted me and shouted, "Sarah? You are Rolin's muse!" Rolin looked at me shyly and joked with the foreign friend for a while before replying, "Yes, yes, this is the muse I mentioned every time before, and she is here in person!" There was a lot of booing around, and I felt even more embarrassed. At this moment, my cell phone rang.