Flowers [1]
"Urgh..."
A grunt escaped Zhao Tian's lips as he curled on the bed. Feeling the sunrays on his face, his eyelashes fluttered open.
A sharp pain crossed his head and he squeezed his eyes as he slowly woke up, sitting upright on the bed.
"Oh, you woke up?"
Hearing a familiar voice, Zhao Tian squinted his eyes and looked at the blurry figure of a woman moving around the room.
Huh? He blinked a few times, trying to bring her into focus.
He shook his head to gain some clarity, willing the fog in his brain to clear, and Ji Shuang's face came into his view "Sect.. Master?"
Ji Shuang glanced at him and gave a nod "mhm, seems like you are sober now.. Good morning."
"Good morning...?" Zhao Tian muttered, his voice trailing off.
His mind was still trying to piece together the events of the previous night, though the memories were frustratingly fragmented.