The next morning, Mo Yan got up from bed feeling under the weather—his head ached and he felt mentally drained.
He had trouble sleeping the night before. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he finally drifted off to sleep. Maybe it was the hangover from the alcohol that made his head feel all fuzzy.
After freshening up, he walked into the living room to find it empty. Subconsciously, he headed towards the guest room where Liang Qiaoqiao was staying. After some hesitation, he knocked on the door, yet there was no response from within.
With a slight frown, he turned the doorknob open.
The bed was neatly made and a crisply folded white shirt was placed by its side. The curtain was half-drawn, allowing sunlight to filter into the room and cast a white glow over the bed.
