Chapter 296

Orange-yellow light spilled from the lamps inside the room, while outside, a great din of voices rose, suggesting a remarkably bustling place. Chu Zihang sat up from the leather daybed, his hand supporting his forehead. Xia Mi lay slumped in the single armchair beside him, seemingly fast asleep and occasionally smacking her lips. Chu Zihang shook his head hard. His head felt heavy and swollen, as if someone had dealt him a solid blow with a club—was it that guy Caesar? With this thought, he got up from the daybed and slipped his feet into the shoes beside it; the toes pointed toward the bed, meaning Caesar must have taken them off for him. His whole body ached—the aftermath of pushing the Tertiary Blood Burst past its limits. With his shoes on, he walked toward the small coffee table holding the cups.