·
7:35 PM, Thorn District.
Gongsun Ce stood at the doorstep of his home, with three women forming a blockage behind him. He turned around, hands clasped together in a pleading gesture, "Please, let Mr. Gongsun sleep on a bed for the night!"
"It's possible," Shiyu Ling said with ill intent, "Which bed do you want to sleep on?"
"...Is the white matter bed fine?"
"We'll discuss this matter once we're home," the young lady said, pulling open the door and dragging Wawu inside. Gongsun Ce shrank his neck and grimaced as he entered, heading straight to his room to rummage through his clothes.
"Speaking of which, Gongsun Ce," Qiluo's voice came from the living room, "I've been curious for a while, why do you have the ability of white matter?"
"It traces back to three years ago..." Gongsun Ce began to reply out of habit, when something struck him.
