C194 Ice and Fire Were Two Different Things

A splitting headache.

Was this the feeling of a hangover?

After washing up, Jiaang Yingying walked out of the room. She still felt dizzy, and the strength in her four limbs had not fully recovered. She covered her head with her hand and went down the stairs. Mr. Death was sitting at the kitchen table, concentrating on the documents in his hands.

As a passer-by