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... eturning. His head felt like it was being stabbed with needles, throbbing with sharp pains.
His mouth was so dry it felt like a desert, so he forced himself to get up and, bleary-eyed, went to the desk to pour some water.
Just about everyone who drinks too much regrets it the next day, and Chen Yuan was no exception. He’d gone a little too wild last night.
He GULPED down two big mouthfuls of water and finally started to feel better.
In the morning, soft sunlight s ...
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