"…write…before…"
"…prepared…morning…already…"
"…so, you're really planning…"
"…if not now, then when?"
"But, if he ever finds out…"
"That's why it has to be now!"
"Still, don't you think it's a bit much? Shouldn't we talk to him first?"
"Oh come on. Don't you think it's all too suspicious? Fanteng, help me out!"
"Well, I…"
Yu Qingyu let out a groan, his face contorting in pain, as his consciousness slowly started returning. His lashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened.
For a moment, he was confused. Where was he? What was going on?
