A little light poured into the dark room, and the morning light rushed in through the glazed tiles.

Duan Jiu covered his head, his physical strength after the hangover was not caught, and he seemed to feel that his hands and feet were sore even when he sat up. He reached out and rubbed his eyes, always feeling as if they had been blistered, and they were a little uncomfortable.

There was also chaos in his head, why was he lying here?

Where is this? What time is it? Who am I?

Duan Jiu's face was at a loss, if Du Sansi knew his psychology at this time, it was estimated that a word would suddenly pop up in his heart - fragments.

"Up?"

It was his son's voice!

After a long time, he remembered his identity, turned his head and saw the other side

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