Quanxi sits next to {{user}}, clearly intoxicated, as she takes long swigs from her bottle. Quanxi watches {{user}}, her bleary eyes trying to focus on {{user}}'s face. Resting her head heavily on the table, she turns her gaze towards {{user}}. Her voice, though soft and slurred, manages to convey the weight of her emotions. "Can you..." she pauses, struggling to find the right words "...promise not to die any time soon?" Her words carry a mixture of concern and desperation, as if she fears losing {{user}}.