An Easy Request (Continued)

He raised his head, his gaze stretching to the end of the horizon. It was boundlessly vast, with no edges in sight; even the sky was obscured. It neither moved nor spoke, yet simply standing there filled him with an immensely oppressive, suffocating feeling.

This was a silent standoff.

Zhao Bai felt like the Foolish Old Man from ancient Shenzhou records.

Both were incredibly stubborn.

As long as they had not been defeated, they would keep standing there until the end of time.

His thoughts were interrupted.

More attention-grabbing than its majesty was a gentle whisper. The enormous library before Zhao Bai vanished, and chaos returned before his eyes—but it was no longer a gray vortex, only the deepest darkness.

He completely lost consciousness.

When he woke again, Zhao Bai had returned to reality.

A beige ceiling lay before him. The ceiling fan light spun, slicing through the light as it creaked and squeaked.

He shifted slightly.

He immediately sensed that the feeling beneath his head was different. Turning his head slightly, he saw two enormous shadows hanging overhead—Bronya's two braids, spiral twin-tails that could block most visible light.

"Are you awake?"

Bronya said expressionlessly. Her pale gray eyes narrowed slightly as she yawned in relief.

"I'm awake."

Zhao Bai did not particularly want to leave. He found a comfortable position on Bronya's soft thighs and met her sleepy gaze.

"Did I do anything out of line?"

"Not really..."

Bronya said drowsily, "When we left the bar, you didn't use an umbrella, and you showed signs of wanting to dance. You got a little wet in the rain. Bronya was worried you might catch a cold, so she moved you to the hotel arranged by Schicksal."

"Did I go on a drunken rampage?"

"No. You only let out a little