The early morning sunlight woke Zhou Li.
He rubbed his head, which felt slightly swollen, as if he'd slept at a high altitude for a night despite being at no such place.
He glanced at Tuanzi, curled up beside his pillow, breathing evenly with eyes gently closed—
He simply couldn't stay mad at her.
Zhou Li turned his head to see the bed beside him empty, but he didn't pay it much mind, instead leaning back and quietly reflecting.
It seemed he had a dream last night.
He dreamt of Huai Xu participating in the Bamboo Book competition, like a shooting game Brother Nan had once played, where in a shrinking circle, fierce Demons surrounded and attacked him. Some of these Demons looked more terrifying than Blood Demons, some were as large as mountains, and some were deceptively cunning. They all appeared to be Huai Xu's enemies and had thus formed an alliance.
Poor Huai Xu.
