Xu Qiyin was woken by a violent headache.
It felt as if countless fine needles were piercing his temples all at once. His consciousness drifted in a murky swamp, and after struggling several times, he managed to pry open his heavy eyelids.
Everything before him was completely unfamiliar.
An unusually high ceiling rose above him, with an art chandelier hanging down. Its minimalist design still carried an air of luxury. Sunlight passed through huge floor-to-ceiling windows and filtered through expensive sheer curtains, falling softly across a dark gray velvet rug. The air was filled with the still, empty scent of a new house, mixed with... a faint, unfamiliar sweetness.
This wasn’t his home.
