When Han Zhan woke up again, it was already evening.
The Contracted Spirit Girls knew he hadn't been sleeping well recently, so they didn't wake him up.
Even Li Lingzhen, who was usually the most restless, obediently hugged her computer and returned to her room, typing rapidly on the keyboard.
Having drawn much inspiration and essence from Han Zhan, she needed to digest and absorb it properly, writing fervently to do justice to her supportive readers!
"Awake?" Shang Siteng was the first to appear at the door.
She must have just returned from the Great Xia Research Institute, her neat professional attire accentuating her taller figure.
"Yeah." Han Zhan awoke from his daze, gently nodding his head.
Seeing his expression, a trace of worry flickered in Shang Siteng's eyes.
"Did you have a nightmare again? Or was it those inexplicable voices?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to see Second Brother?" Shang Siteng continued to ask.
