When Xiang Ning regained consciousness, all he saw was a white ceiling. The scent of alcohol assaulted his nose as he woke up in a daze.

He soon took notice of a girl sleeping beside his bed. It was none other than Fang Rou, basked in the gentle rays of the morning sun. He sat up and tried to pull the curtains. Before he could reach them, he noticed the heavy eyebags on Fang Rou’s face and felt a knot in his heart. He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, but he was certain that he’d been out for quite some time. He gently leaned down to check on her.

“Mmph.…” As if on cue, she was slowly waking up. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Xiang Ning’s...