Her mouth was dry, her brain felt like concrete on the verge of setting, and she was horribly uncomfortable.
Ren Ziling opened her eyes a sliver. A smoky mist had spread through the living room before her... Had she turned on the humidifier?
She couldn't quite remember. Ren Ziling rubbed her forehead hard. The alcohol had gone to her head.
But whatever... She had to turn it on anyway. The heating was on at home, after all. Without a humidifier, she would only feel worse when she woke up tomorrow, right?
She propped herself up slightly, and the thin blanket slipped off her body. Ren Ziling looked at the cushion she had been using as a pillow on the floor in confusion... Wasn't it supposed to be in the corner of the sofa?
But she really didn't want to move anymore. Fortunately, the glass of water in front of the table was half full... Had she poured herself some water...?
Gulp, gulp.
She lay back down, her arm across her forehead. It should only be the middle of the night. Outside still seemed very quiet. Ren Ziling's hand groped around the blanket on the floor—and soon found what she was looking for.
Cigarettes.
But when she opened the pack, it was empty... There should have been a few left, right?
Whatever... Her heavy eyelids closed once more. Ren Ziling turned over and wrapped the blanket around herself.
It felt... as if someone had taken care of her...
Luo Qiu...
The pillar of light was still there.
It had appeared around ten minutes past midnight, when the old year and the new year changed over, and continued until after three in the morning. The online world had not quieted down at all; instead, it had grown livelier and livelier.
Apparently,