Xu Qiyin was awakened by a severe headache.
It was as if there were countless fine needles pricking deep in his temples at the same time. His consciousness was floating in the turbid mire. After struggling for several times, he managed to pry open his heavy eyelids.
What you see is a completely unfamiliar environment.
From the exaggeratedly high dome hangs an artistic chandelier with a minimalist design yet exuding an expensive atmosphere. Sunlight passes through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, is filtered by expensive gauze curtains, and softly shines on the dark gray velvet carpet. The air was filled with an empty, new-house smell, mixed with... A faint, unfamiliar sweet fragrance.
This is not his home.
