Hu Jianxiong stumbled to the table, still dazed from sleep. He fumbled with the water jug for a long moment, trying to pour a cup, but not a single drop came out. He rubbed his eyes, taking in the sight of his bedding, which was twisted into a tight knot. His gaze fell on Su Zhenghao. “Su Zhenghao, when did you get back? This… was it a ghost?”
Su Zhenghao offered a small smile as he opened the door. “I don’t know. It was like this when I
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