Qian Yue awoke from a hazy drunken stupor, his eyes bleary, and felt an immense pain at the back of his neck, as if someone had chopped him with a hand knife! But... he was the only one in this room, who would bother to chop him?
He furrowed his brows, sensing as if he had forgotten something. Although he couldn't recall the details, Qian Yue was certain it must have been something worth celebrating... Had he inexplicably lost his memory? Or was the dream so vivid that he confused the joy in it with reality? After ruminating for quite some time, he shook his drowsy head, filled with confusion and a hint of intoxication.
Seeing the once gentle scholar turned to this state, Jin Baorong snorted coldly and asked, "Did someone come looking for you earlier? Quite the skill, being able to evade all the surveillance outside!"
