Lin An did not sleep all night.
The snoring of the young boss was as loud as a tractor, and his ugly head had a worse tolerance for alcohol than Lin An himself. After a few sips, he started to go crazy with the drink, hopping and singing on the young boss's belly with a bizarre melody, too many things had happened in the day, which made his brain even more active while drunk...
And, Lin An worried that Zhou Xiaoxiao would cast that witchcraft again to talk to him. If the young boss saw the well on the ceiling, many things would be hard to explain.
The downpour that had engulfed the city finally passed, and the oppressive clouds dispersed into nothingness. Lin An walked onto the small balcony and looked up at the night sky, rare for the city, dotted with stars.
He opened the balcony window, letting the night breeze come in, and sat in a wicker chair, blankly staring at the city's nighttime stars.
