Lost in Calculation

Lost in Calculation

Wang Yue couldn't very well leave Lin Xiangzhi lying on the ground, so, with his weakened body, he struggled to carry her to the bed in the guest room. After tucking her in, he didn't take the opportunity to lie down beside her. Instead, he withdrew from the room quite decisively.

After that series of movements, Wang Yue's body seemed to have reached its limit. Too exhausted even to wash up, he returned to his bedroom, threw himself onto the bed, and promptly fell fast asleep. He had never been this tired before. He needed to sleep for a while.

But Wang Yue didn't dare sleep for too long. After only a short while, he forced himself to get up. He knew sleep wouldn't solve the problem. Practicing his cultivation was the key.

Thanks to his innate Daoist body, cultivating helped improve his mental state, even though the spiritual energy in this world was so thin as to be practically nonexistent. His training didn't give him any true energy, but it did make him feel a little better.

After a night of recovery, Wang Yue still felt terribly exhausted, which was hard for him to get used to, but he no longer looked quite so tired.

Wang Yue studied himself carefully in the mirror. At least if Lin Xiangzhi saw him now, she wouldn't think he was an old man. At most, she'd call him uncle.

Morning came quickly. Worried that Lin Xiangzhi might feel scared in an unfamiliar place, Wang Yue got up early, washed up, and bought breakfast. Ignoring the strange looks people gave him along the way, he quickly bought the food and waited in the living room.

Wang Yue waited until after nine, but Lin Xiangzhi still hadn't woken up. He was just