The drunkard glanced at the two of them but said nothing, lying down on the bed to sleep.
Qing Yi stepped forward, "Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry, just tired," the drunkard said without opening his eyes.
"Then you should rest early." Qing Yi turned off the light for him and went to his room with Bai Yi.
With the door closed, the drunkard opened his eyes again, sat up, glanced at the closed door, and slightly lowered his gaze.
Then he picked up the gourd of wine from the bedside table and began to drink again…
He was not the only one suffering from insomnia tonight.
Jun Moyan lay in bed with one hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling with furrowed brows.
The incidents that had transpired, which defied all logical explanation, made him feel as if the world had taken on an air of fantasy.
Being constantly at a passive disadvantage made him very irritable, as if there was a fire suppressed within him that found no outlet.
