Eleven thirty.
Twelve hours had passed, and Chen Shu still hadn't woken up.
Ning Qing put down her book. She wasn't worried.
Chen Shu's Spirit Sea was now at the Fourth Tier, very different from when it had been at the Third Tier. It was only natural that his reaction to the Essence-Returning Pill differed from his reaction to a failed advancement.
Noon.
A hotel attendant asked whether they wanted to extend their stay. Ning Qing declined.
Twelve thirty.
Chen Shu finally opened his eyes.
But there was confusion in them, and his expression was a little different from usual.
He turned his head and saw the room he was in. A beautiful woman sat on the bed beside him, with a long-haired white cat curled up next to her. Still groggy, Chen Shu got such a fright that he froze, then asked:
"Who are you?"
Ning Qing looked at him without expression.
His eyes were flustered and confused;
his expression was uneasy;
his body instinctively drew back, his neck hunching in a gesture of self-protection;
his gaze flickered and darted everywhere, studying her and the room. He seemed a little frightened, though he was trying to act calm.
A brief bout of memory loss or mental confusion.
A very common symptom.
Ning Qing formed her assessment. She closed the book in her hands, put it in her backpack, and looked calmly at the person before her. Then she said:
"I'm your girlfriend you haven't started dating yet."
"Coal... What does that mean?"
"It means I'm your future bride."
"Huh?"
"..." Ning Qing pressed her lips together and took out her phone. "A bride is your new mother."
"..."
He went blank.
He recovered quickly but didn't dare argue. He kept sneaking glances at her, growing more puzzled with each