Travel Through Time and Become a Young Prince of the Ming Dynasty

Chen Yan was woken up by the pain in his chest. It wasn't the sudden soreness and swelling in my temples that I felt when I stayed up late to write a paper, but it was like a piece of water-soaked cotton wool was stuck in my lungs, and every time I took a breath, there was a slight itching pain. He wanted to raise his hand to rub it, but found that his arm was as heavy as lead. What his fingertips touched was not the pilling cotton quilt of the rental house, but smooth and cold silk - the kind of satin embroidered with dark patterns that he had only seen in museum showcases.