"My head," I cupped my forehead because of the solid aching sensation. The scent of herbs and alcohol filled my nostrils; wincing in pain, I slowly opened my eyes back up. The darkness painted the room, and I covered my eyes with moon essence. Everything became brighter. Next to me was Yang Zhenfen, sleeping on the side of the bed.
"What happened?" I murmured out and continued to clutch my noggin, my eyes drawn down to my body. There were no burn marks like I thought there would be. Then how come I could feel so much pain? Was it a spiritual attack?
Yang Zhenfen started to stir from the side of the bed. "Kyanite Gho... You're awake. I should have had someone test that sake bottle for us." Yang Zhenfen's eyes were a bit red and puffy. He looked torn about what had happened. Despite my pain, I pulled him into bed.
