One hour later.
Zhong Liang was already half asleep.
Compared to Tang Qing.
Still wide-eyed.
"Tang Qing, aren't you tired?"
"You'll get used to it."
"..."
Right.
He shouldn't have asked that question. Zhong Liang's sleepiness disappeared, and he held his head with both hands, staring at the sky. This time, he seemed to 'see inside', and upon closer inspection, the night sky really had something different.
Vast.
Deep.
Compared to the vastness of the universe.
All troubles seem so insignificant.
...
The next day.
Before dawn.
Zhong Liang woke up.
The unfamiliar bed and unfamiliar room caused him to wake up four or five times during the night. It was called a guest room, but the manor was built to the highest standards, and this guest bedroom alone was over 150 square meters.
Damn.
Too luxurious.
Checking the time.
Seven o'clock.
Outside the window, a faint light appeared.
Get up.
