Fang Tian was woken up by crying.
The crying sound was like a mosquito, buzzing around his ears, making his brain hurt. He was giving an open mic talk at a bar last night, and there were seven or eight viewers sitting underneath him—three of them were bar employees, two were homeless people who came to enjoy the air conditioning, and one was watching short videos the whole time. He talked bravely for forty minutes. In the end, he was so drunk that he couldn't even remember how he got home.
"My lord... You are finally awake..."
The cries became clearer and clearer, with a bit of the eunuch's unique shrillness.
