Cell Prison: the Series

The morning sunlight poured into the room through the gauze curtains, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor. Li Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling white light made him subconsciously raise his hands to block it. A severe headache hit him, and he couldn't help but groan, and his slender fingers dug deeply into the soft quilt. He slowly sat up. His short black hair was slightly messy due to his sleeping position, and a few strands of hair fell on his plump forehead. A delicate face was reflected in the mirror - about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slightly pale complexion that looked a bit sickly, but the amber eyes were extremely bright, flashing with confusion and uneasiness at the moment. He looked down at his thin but strong figure, wearing an unfamiliar dark blue pajamas.