What time is it?
No, what date is it?
Zhou Wang was jolted awake by a sudden thought, then abruptly broke free from a bizarre dream. In his struggle, he nearly rolled off the bed.
The bed in the master bedroom is normally quite large, so such a thing couldn't possibly happen. But Zhou Wang was sleeping in a guest room, and his position was rather close to the edge.
Zhou Wang first grabbed the phone beside him, seeing that it was still the 2nd, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. But upon seeing the time, it was already past eight in the evening, he felt bewildered again.
Damn it... Another day gone?
What have I been doing?
Zhou Wang took a deep breath and started to recall while massaging his slightly aching forehead.
When he realized the only scenes he could remember were related to one person, Zhou Wang understood... "What" could be directly replaced with "Jiang Qingkui".
He wasn't sure how things spiraled out of control again.
