Early the next morning, Zhu Yu woke up with a headache, not even opening her eyes, she felt the temples on both sides of her forehead throbbing incessantly, and each throb felt like a piece of her brain was being tugged from her skull.
She sat up holding her head, and found Lu Qing sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, massaging his own forehead.
"You're not... also having a headache, are you?" Zhu Yu was a bit surprised, the quick turn of her head intensified the feeling of pain, forcing her to squint her eyes and hold her breath to calm the discomfort.
Lu Qing looked back at the awakened Zhu Yu, grunted, and his expression seemed somewhat serious, not like it was just a severe headache causing such a poor complexion.
Before the two could say anything more, there was a knock on the door, and Yan Daoxin's voice came from outside: "Are you up yet?"
"Yes." Lu Qing responded, getting up to head for the door.
