It was deep into the night.
Mu Cidian had some trouble sleeping.
He was prone to insomnia, but tonight's sleeplessness seemed rather different than usual.
He felt an unquenchable thirst and an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.
He tossed and turned in bed.
Eventually, feeling uncomfortable, he threw off his blanket and got up, intending to go to the living room for a glass of cold water to quench his thirst.
He opened the door to his bedroom.
It was very late by now.
The house was silent.
Mu Cidian headed for the kitchen, poured a glass of cold water, and drank it quickly, feeling somewhat relieved.
However, this relief was momentary. After finishing his drink, he felt a gnawing hunger.
He reluctantly drank two more glasses of water, but the feeling persisted. It did not alleviate his uneasiness, but rather seemed to upset his stomach.
He put down the empty glass, intending to return to his room and try to sleep again.
Just as he turned around,
