C27 Losses

It was three in the afternoon when Huo Yicheng woke up.

The hangover made his head spin again and again, and his temples throbbed unseasonably again, time and time again, stinging to despair.

He held his temples tight and reached out to touch the side of the bed, but he couldn't find the woman who had enjoyed the night last night.

Sitting up with his hands on his forehead