Zhan stirred awake as the bright sunlight streamed through the window. He sat up in bed, feeling a wave of relief wash over him—it was just a dream.
He got up quickly. He's going to take a shower, get dressed, and then chill until his grandpa's lawyer arrives. All of a sudden, he was breathless as his eyes landed on the floor.
What was there is what he wore last night!
"No way... no!" he exclaimed, his gaze darting to the dresser.
As he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, he saw that he was still wearing his undershirt and bikini briefs.
Zhan was hit with a wave of shock and depression and sat down on the edge of the bed again. His mind drifted to the events of the previous night. The party was nearly done, and Wangyin did not leave his side and he never saw the strange man again.
When he entered the room last night, he immediately took off his clothes, only with his briefs, changed into his oversized shirt then and hit his pillow. He must have been so tired that he fell asleep in an instant.
He quickly got up from the bed and checked the closet, only to find a bunch of clothes he didn't recognize hanging there!
He pushed them aside angrily, searching for his own stuff. At the end of the closet were his clothes among the folded ones, were his jeans pants, and other belongings.
With a sigh of relief, he slipped on his silk robe. He didn't bother fixing his hair at all. All he wanted was to head out and talk to the people who had called him Tang San the previous night.
The house was quiet when he went out. But he could hear the busy street. The sound of chariots. Just like the previous night, he peered out the window to feel depressed more. It was no different from last night, except today he had a clear view of everything outside.
There are people walking down the street in strange clothes. It feels like I'm in a scene from a play or a period film. Carriages are moving back and forth, and he caught sight of one or two vintage cars passing by.
When he checked out the house across the street, he was even more blown away since there wasn't a grocery store on the ground floor. Plus, those lampposts were one of a kind! What happened to the concrete power poles? Is he still in a dream?
He moved away from the window and walked into the living room. It was incredibly clean, with everything neatly organized. An antique telephone rests on a round table in the corner. His attention was drawn to a grand piano that seemed brand new. He went over, lifted the lid, and kicked it. It was in perfect tune. Then, he noticed the clock on the wall, its pendulum swinging, indicating it was 10:30 AM.
Fuming, he ran out to the balcony and hit the stairs. If he's still dreaming, it's time to wake up! He even considered throwing himself down the stairs to shake off the dream, which probably would wake him up. But there's a nagging thought in his head that won't let go. What if he's not dreaming?
Now, that scared him.
He made his way down the stairs. Where is his father? Where is the woman he learned was Nana Shuyi, and Wen Qing, Oh, and Wen Qing—she's his cousin, right?
He was already down the stairs outside the house and thought about checking out the basement. That way, he could get to the other side of the house using the front stairs by the gate.
