At night, Su Qing didn't even go back upstairs; he slept straight on the sofa for the entire night. He was too tired, too tired to even want to move.
It's easy to imagine that Wang Xing was in the same state; neither of them had rested well these past couple of days.
Fortunately, last night's sleep was a lifesaver for him. Though sleeping on a sofa wasn't the most comfortable, he at least regained his energy and got up around seven in the morning to wash himself up.
But the aftereffects were quite apparent—backaches and sore legs.
Yesterday at the shoot site, he didn't feel much pain despite the exhaustion, but he had no idea that after sleeping, his entire walking posture would change.
He walked almost like a zombie, with his thigh muscles aching with a satisfying soreness. His back was sore too, more tiring than tilling two acres of land on Shen Yi, and he was instantly in sage mode.
