When Gu Xichao opened her eyes, the sky was already bright.
A large piece of dim white light suddenly covered the eyelids, piercing the eyes so hard that they had to squint.
There was a throbbing pain in the corner of my forehead. I stretched out my fingers and pressed it. When I opened my eyes again, I felt much better.
That's what a hangover does.
He sat up, feeling a little confused by the situation around him.
Astonishingly beautiful as Gu Xichao, she can also be at a loss?
That's right, because at this moment, he was sitting on the earthen bed in the waiter's room of Qiting Restaurant.
Yes, it's Qiting Restaurant.
But he clearly remembered that he was in the capital, holding Wan Qing's body and not knowing where to go or what to do. Then Mu Jiuping rushed over and stabbed him, then stabbed him in the back, and then someone stopped him.
He thought he was going to die, but why did he return to Qiting Wine Shop when he woke up?
Different from the low temperature unique to the border town of Bianliang, this is a high-blooded waiter's house with thatched roof and loess brick walls. The broken door panels that were leaking out of the wind, as well as the pots and pans piled up scatteredly in the corner, the first thing that caught the eye was a wine jar on the case - the physical evidence left behind by the night he unfortunately became a thief's accomplice long, long ago.
How early?
In fact, speaking of it, what happened that night was not far behind, but in Gu Xichao's consciousness, it seemed like a lifetime ago. A deep and wide gap was drawn in the vastness of time, which made people feel confused every time they thought about it.
Of course, he was also confused at this moment.
Conception: