The dimly lit inn.
The partly open curtain allowed a sliver of dawn's light to pass through.
Old White opened his eyes and found a blanket covering him. He shook his groggy head and woke from his sleep.
"You really slept like the dead."
Hearing the voice beside him, Old White turned his head and saw Chen Yutong leaning on a sofa not far away.
A blanket covered her knees, her lower legs curled up within it, still dressed in yesterday's clothes.
It was already October, and the temperature in the River Valley Province had started to cool. Typically, this year would be a warm winter, but snow was expected by early December at the latest.
Thinking that he had let her sleep on the sofa all night, Old White felt somewhat embarrassed and coughed softly before speaking.
"Sorry, I drank a bit too much last night…"
Can't be helped, not just that girl named Lisa, but all the hotel guests in the highway town were waiting for his story.
