"The night I prepared to leave Laurent Arthur Island after spending three months in a period of danger coincided with an important festival on the island. That night, we were also invited by the island's residents to dance around a bonfire in celebration... I remember being very happy that night because my condition had improved, and I couldn't resist the residents' enthusiasm, so I drank a little fruit wine that night..."
Christine Quinn hadn't finished speaking when Jonathon Gibson already guessed what she wanted to ask. "I've already explained to you that nothing happened that night. You were drunk, and I only took you back to your room. Since I had also drunk quite a bit that night, I passed out on your bed... we only woke up on the same bed the next day."
"Are you telling me the truth?" Christine Quinn kept shaking her head, gazing into Jonathon Gibson's dim eyes.
"Why would you ask that?"
