The day after the wedding.
The rooster crowed, and the sky was still dark.
In the East Garden of the Zhang Mansion, the main hall was dimly lit, filled with the lingering scent of alcohol from breathing.
At the doorway, a basin of charcoal fire had burned down to white ash, leaving only a faint warmth.
On the east side, a canopy bed was tightly shrouded by red curtains, obscuring anyone inside.
As the rooster's crow pierced through the window, a hand parted the bed curtains, and Zhang Xia, rubbing her eyes, got up groggily and walked towards the square table to drink some water to sober up.
The next moment, she stepped on something soft.
Chen Ji, lying on the floor, groaned, clutching his stomach and curling like a shrimp.
Zhang Xia sobered up completely.
Only then did she remember that there was someone else in her room, lying in the path to her water: "You..."
Chen Ji, wrapped in a quilt, muffled, "I'm fine."
