Back in the living room, he sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of red wine, and stared blankly at the glass Yin Xiaofan had just used, not knowing what to think.
Today, Qiu Hongying's information was indeed overwhelming, and up until now, she hadn't returned to God. Even Qiu Hongying herself didn't know why Yin Xiaofan had brought her home. His brain felt a little messed up, aware of what it was doing.
He found the drink quite harsh, poured himself another glass, and then slowly walked to the window to gaze into the dark night, starting to ponder.
Early in the morning, Yin Xiaofan struggled to get out of bed. He had come back too late last night. Before standing up again, he had barely slept a few hours. It was a real torture.
Unable to fully awaken, he was used to this time, having developed a biological clock, and he thought changing it would be difficult.
