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For a moment, he just stared at the ceiling, mind sluggish, eyes trying to focus. The living room light was still on, one of the cushions had slid to the floor, and his coat hung half-off the armrest like it had been trying to escape.
His shoes were still on.
And the faint smell of alcohol clung to him like guilt.
How the hell did I even get in here…?
Bits of last night came back in disjointed fragments — dropping Son Liying off, congratulating him ...
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