C278 Chapter 278

Wan Ziyan woke up a full day later.

His brows were drawn tight, one hand pressed to his forehead, his head heavy and foggy. Somehow, that sleep had only left him more disoriented. Maybe it was the alcohol catching up with him—his skull felt like it was splitting, like some invisible cord in his head was being yanked; every small movement sent a sharp stab of pain through him