Groggy.
Vika fell asleep.
In the dream.
He was acquitted, returning to the Villa to enjoy fine food and beautiful women, then setting out on his yacht, drinking wine with friends, singing songs, gazing at the deep blue sea, wanting to shout at the top of his lungs.
But.
He hadn't shouted yet.
"Bang!"
A loud noise.
"Ah!"
Vika was startled awake, sat up, and couldn't help but shout out loud.
"What happened?"
Two guards at the door quickly pushed it open, only to see pieces of a shattered light tube all over the floor, Vika unharmed, "Why did you break the light tube?" This question left Vika utterly confused.
"I.."
"I.."
Damn it, what kind of judgment is that?
"It wasn't me."
Vika snorted.
"Really?"
"Really."
That suspicious look left Vika speechless; with his former temper, if someone wronged him like this, he'd certainly smash ten of them to show them, but today he was too unlucky and didn't want to fuss.
"Oh."
After speaking.
