Early the next morning, Wang Jian woke up. Before his eyes were even open, he subconsciously reached for the space beside him. The bed was smooth and empty; there was no one else.
Wang Jian glanced to the side. It felt like a lifetime ago. This damned drink…
Was it really a dream after all?
Wang Jian let out a foul breath. His head ached; he had definitely drunk too much last night. He threw an arm over his face to block the sunlight from the window. The morning sun is always especially harsh after a night of drinking, unbearable for most people.
Today, Zhang Li and the others were taking the train to Demon City. Wang Jian had just finished getting ready to go to the Zhang residence when Xu Qian called out from behind him, "They left before dawn. You're too late if you want to find them now."
"That early?" Wang Jian touched his temples, his head still throbbing. He glanced at the time on his phone and sighed. "Way too early."
