When you need books, you realize you have too few; he didn't have much literary accumulation in this aspect normally. He forced himself to keep his eyes open and searched various platforms for half a day, but ultimately couldn't hold out any longer.
He lay flat on the bed, first covering himself with the blanket, then placing the talisman paper on his forehead. It was very much like a sealed zombie in some movies.
He didn't expect this thing would be far more effective than he imagined.
A dreamless night.
Wen Xu surprisingly slept until past eight in the morning the next day.
It was a situation he hadn't experienced in nearly ten years.
He felt invigorated and relaxed all over, just like the feeling people describe as 'fully rested'.
He took off the talisman paper from his forehead and was surprised to find that the red mark on it had faded somewhat.
