As Xie Jue and Fang Chuning gradually awoke, their heads felt like they were splitting apart. Xie Jue woke up a bit earlier than Fang Chuning because he ate less than Fang Chuning. He first saw the room in disarray and Fang Chuning lying on the ground. Xie Jue's heart sank, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, quickly moving closer to Fang Chuning, "Anning, Anning, wake up..."
Fang Chuning had eaten more, so he couldn't wake up at all. Xie Jue sat up on his knees, grabbed the cold tea from the table, and mercilessly splashed it on Fang Chuning's face. Fang Chuning seemed like a drowning man suddenly surfacing for fresh air, coughing awake and seeing the worry in Xie Jue's eyes. The effects of the drug hadn't worn off, leaving him with no strength at all, his throat dry and hoarse, he grasped Xie Jue's hand and asked with difficulty, "What's going on?"
Xie Jue said, "This is a black inn, you need to clear your head first."
