Little friend Song, do you know Fellow Daoist White?
Editor: Kurisu
In the morning, 10:40 AM.
Song Shuhang likewise woke up with a hangover. He felt as though his head was going to explode and as if someone was hammering it with their fists.
His head was already hurting due to the excessive amount of mental energy. Now, with the addition of the pain from the hangover, he felt truly awful.
I'd better stop drinking for the time being! Song Shuhang thought to himself.
In addition, he discovered something very scary after waking up. He had lost one of the gloves he was wearing. Luckily, the right-hand glove hadn't fallen off too far and was still next to the bed. From the looks of it, it had come off while he was dead drunk.
His luck was good yesterday, and he didn't end up activating that weird secret appraisal technique. It was great that he didn't appraise the bed, the pillow, or the quilt!
Song Shuhang quickly picked up the glove and wore it.