The next morning, Huang Shengjie got up very late.
He felt sore all over, and his stomach was growling with hunger.
The withdrawal pain last night, although far less severe than the acute pain inside the Community, had still tortured him badly, and it was very late when he finally fell back asleep.
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Huang Shengjie kept feeling that this withdrawal pain was like a malignant tumor clinging to his bones, an elusive sensation that seemed to linger at all times.
It couldn't exactly be called pain, nor could he say there was any other specific discomfort, but he just felt that something was off everywhere in his body.
When he came into the lobby, Huang Shengjie found he was the last one to get up.
Most of the players had already finished breakfast and were gathered in small groups, reading or busy with their own things.
Qin Cheng was alone in a corner of the lounge area, reading a book.
