Early in the morning, accompanied by the ringing of the ancient bells from Paris Cathedral, a stream of bright sunlight poured into Songwu Manor,
Jiang Wanze slowly got up, rubbing his temple which ached intensely due to a hangover, still dazed, when a faint sound of crying entered his ears.
He suddenly turned around and saw a woman with her hands clasped around her knees, her long hair messy, incessantly sobbing while crouching in the corner of the bed, her body trembling faintly.
His mind instantly cleared.
He picked up his clothes and got out of bed, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his expression wary as he looked at her, "Who are you?"
Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, he had seen his share of bed-climbing scenes but this was the first time someone had climbed into his bed while he was drunk, and now it was morning, the night had passed, and he had no idea what had happened...
