Ai Hui bewilderedly opened his eyes, while his aching body allowed him to take just one breath of the chilly air.

"You’re awake?"

Lou Lan pushed the door open and entered the room with a steaming bowl of soup in his hands. Despite being quite a distance away, Ai Hui could smell the alluring scent that wafted towards him, unintentionally causing his stomach to let out an embarrassing, loud growl. Making a conscious effort to swallow his saliva, he weakly asked, "What time is it?"

"It’s eight in the morning," Lou Lan replied, as he carefully handed the soup over to Ai Hui.

The moment he laid his eager hands on the bowl, Ai Hui momentarily forgot about his aches and immediately wolfed down the heavenly, delicious soup.

"What time did last night’s practice end?" he asked indistinctly.

Not long into last night's session, his consciousness had started to fade, which rendered him unable to recollect anything about what had subsequently happened.

"Five in the morning," sta