An unknown amount of time passed. Zhou Fan felt an immense weight crushing him, so heavy he could barely breathe. The slightest movement sent excruciating pain through his body, as if he were about to fall apart.
He managed to force his eyes open. It was pitch-black, with only a few scattered stars twinkling in the night sky.
Struggling to lift his head, Zhou Fan rolled his eyes, speechless. A woman with disheveled hair, looking like a madwoman, was sprawled on top of him, fast asleep. Who else could it be but Chu Qianqian?
'Damn it. No wonder I can barely breathe even after passing out. Is this whole place not big enough for you?'
"You're awake? How do you feel?"
As if sensing movement beneath her, Chu Qianqian lifted her head. When she saw Zhou Fan was awake, she asked with urgent concern. Her delicate face, though smudged with dirt, was filled with excitement.
