The next morning, the door of An Tian's home opened, and a young man carrying luggage entered inside. He looked around, but there was a dead silence.
Leaving his small-sized luggage bag near the door, he checked the rooms, but no one was there. Then, he went upstairs only to see five men sleeping in the gallery while sitting in the chairs as their legs stretched on the stone center platform.
Looking at the scenario of how these men slept like horses without any care and in such an uncomfortable position with so many beer bottles emptied and thrown somewhere, he understood they were drunk.
His sight followed Lu Lijun, who just moved in his sleep and looked like he would wake up the next moment.
The young man thought, 'He can't be drunk,' and went to him.
When Lu Lijun noticed the man, his half-opened sleepy eyes, opened wide in surprise as the sleep ran away somewhere in an instant.