the past of youth

Could it be someone else's voice?

Liancheng Yazhi snorted again. It was still so unpleasant to hear, just like before.

Liancheng Yazhi was anxious. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were very heavy, as if they were glued together with superglue.

He gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time before he finally opened his eyes.

The glaring sunlight outside the window hurt his eyes. He raised his hand to cover his eyes. After a while, when his eyes got used to it, he put his hand down.

The first window that Liancheng Yazhi saw was very familiar. It was too f * cking familiar.

The next second, he realized that he was lying on the floor. He turned his head and looked to his right. The blanket on the bed was lifted, and half of it was on the ground. Liancheng's mouth twitched. Did he fall from the bed just now? No wonder it hurt so much.