When Weston woke up again, the room was still dark.
He lay on the bed blankly for a long time, his eyes blank, staring at the ceiling immersed in the shadow, only feeling the dull pain of the temples on both sides of his head, and it was difficult to feel some retching in his stomach. .
“what”
The white-haired young man was in a daze for a long time before he wanted to support himself and sit up.
He just wanted to press his hand on the bed, and then shrank back like he was scalded.
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