He gradually came back to his senses and carefully thought about it a few times. He finally understood what was going on.
This strange dream made Nan Xuan unable to control his thoughts. He was not even in the mood to think about anything else. His mind was filled with thoughts about Murong Qiao and that ending…
"Oh right, cell phone." He looked around.
Nan Xuan instinctively took his phone and unlocked it, but he happened to see the countless calls he had made to Murong Qiao last night.
Memories of the hangover that had been set aside were brought back under the stimulus. The most impressive of them was the outrageous things he had said last night.
Nan Xuan covered his head, unwilling to remember. However, those memories seemed to have taken root in his mind, so deep that it made him feel ashamed.
