The high-speed train ride for a whole night was truly exhausting, especially for Lun Chuan.
Thus, despite his heart being filled with joy, he still changed out of the suit that had been partially shown, and drifted off into a deep sleep.
The room was warm and cozy, with a faint Spiritual Energy circulating unbeknownst to him, the scars that no longer mattered slightly itched, and he subconsciously turned his head, lightly rubbing the pillow, and soon again fell into a deep slumber.
Outside the window, a group of squirrels pressed their flattened faces against the glass, bouncing around trying to get some advantage, but at some point, Daju silently jumped onto the windowsill...
The noticeably more attractive gray-haired squirrels appeared fatter and more entertaining in Daju's eyes, as Daju wiggled its behind and meowed sweetly.
Squirrels: ...
With a brief fur explosion, they quickly skittered away, never daring to come back to such a place again.
