Liu Ruian felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, making a buzzing sound.
The sight in front of him made him stunned for a moment.
The carved wooden beams and green gauze curtains are incredibly antique.
This was by no means the library reading room he was familiar with.
"Ryan! My son! You are finally awake!"
A crying female voice sounded in my ears, with deep concern.
A pair of middle-aged men and women wearing silk and satin threw themselves at the bedside, their faces full of tears and ecstasy.
The woman held his hand tightly, with considerable strength.
The middle-aged man next to him also had red eyes and nodded repeatedly. "Just wake up, just wake up."
