In the hazy tearlight, his tall figure resolutely departed.
She closed her eyes and buried herself deep into the comforter.
Drunk, with a splitting headache, she lay with her eyes open waiting for dawn...
The next morning, she woke up very early.
A night of turmoil...
In the morning, seeing the large dark circles under her eyes in the mirror, she silently felt sorry for herself for a second. She scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it onto her face.
The ice-cold water stimulated her nerves and she immediately became much more alert.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sound of knocking arose, she opened the door, and Yeh Cangqiong, in a suit with a leather collar, stood at the doorstep.
Dressed in a pitch-black suit, wearing a dark tie, he looked as radiant as ever, his handsome face still seemingly impassive.
He held a cup of fresh juice in his hands.
"Drink this, it can alleviate the pain that comes with a hangover…"
