As the sun's early light crept into the room, Yanqing slowly stirred from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open as consciousness returned. He felt a sense of grogginess, his eyes heavy and his muscles sore from the emotional turmoil of the prior night.
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With a groan, he slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The events of the previous day flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder at the memory of the whispers.
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The whispers are still there beried deep in his mind waiting like a predetor to strike its prey.
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As Yanqing tried to get up, he stumbled and fell, his leg twisting awkwardly beneath him. He cried out in pain as he fell, his body hitting the floor with a thud and leaving him groaning in a heap, Yanqing sighed in pain and anger at his stupidity.
The fall though had caught him off guard, the pain in his leg a sharp reminder of his exhaustion and the toll the previous day had taken on him. He lay there for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his sore backside. His leg felt like it had been twisted, the pain shooting up his leg.
Yanqing slowly pushed himself up into a seated position, grimacing as the pain in his leg intensified. He sat there for a moment, catching his breath and assessing the damage.
He gently flexed his leg, wincing as the pain flared up again. It was evident that he had twisted his leg quite badly in the fall, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to walk properly for a while.
At the house hall...
Yanqing slowly made his way down the stairs, taking each step cautiously and gripping the railing tightly to support his injured leg. The pain in his leg was intense, and each step sent a sharp pang of discomfort through his body.
He gripped the banister tightly, hissing through clenched teeth as he gingerly lowered himself down the staircase. The descent felt like an agonizing ordeal, and he couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath with every stair.
As Yanqing gingerly hobbled down the stairs, the realization slowly sank in that he had forgotten to shower and bring his sword. He cursed under his breath, the pain in his leg a constant reminder of his discomfort.
"Seriously?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "How could I forget something as important as my sword? And now I'm going to have to go through my day without showering too..."
Frustration and annoyance flared up inside him, but he tried his best to keep his composure. He knew that complaining wouldn't help his situation, and he needed to focus on getting through the day despite his leg injury.
He limped over to the living room, hobbling on his injured leg and using furniture for support when he could. The pain in his leg made each step a challenge, but he stubbornly pushed on, refusing to let his injury slow him down.
Despite the pain, Yanqing gritted his teeth and gingerly twisted his injured leg back into its natural position. The process was slow and agonizing, and he had to take several breaks to catch his breath and wait for the pain to subside.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to twist his leg back into place. The relief was instant, the pain fading to a dull throb as the tension in his leg eased.
"Damn it," he muttered, massaging his leg gingerly. "That took way too long."
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