Waves of searing pain washed over Xiao Chen's brain again and again, and the swelling ache between his brows lingered.
The pain was so intense that Xiao Chen no longer wanted to think.
He slowly gathered his focus, intending to get up and move around.
But the instant he climbed out of bed and stood up, his brain suddenly felt as though it had exploded.
This headache was far fiercer than before, like countless thunderbolts erupting deep within his Sea of Consciousness. Tearing pain swept through his entire body.
Xiao Chen's vision suddenly went black. Before he could react, his legs buckled, his body lost its support, and he crashed heavily onto the floor, passing out on the spot.
Early the next morning.
Warm morning sunlight spilled through the window lattice, its gentle rays covering the bed and dispelling the room's lingering nighttime chill.
Xiao Chen's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his heavy eyes.
His head had mostly stopped hurting, leaving only a faint, swollen ache.
"I've finally recovered..." Xiao Chen murmured.
Just as Xiao Chen was about to get up, a faint, delicate fragrance drifted around his nose.
Then he suddenly discovered a soft, warm body pressed against his side.
Xiao Chen's pupils contracted, and he whipped his head around.
Gu Yue, dressed in white, lay on her side beside him, her long black hair scattered across the pillow. Her skin was lustrous and white as jade, her breathing long and even, her features peaceful and gentle. She seemed to be sound asleep.
Morning sunlight fell across her profile, tracing its soft, delicate contours and fully revealing her ethereal, graceful air.
The two shared a bed and pillow, so close that they were practically pressed together.
Xiao Chen was completely dumbfounded, his mind blank.
*Why was Gu