Han Xiaoyu Transmigrates

Han Xiaoyu felt as if he had struggled for ages to surface from a bottomless mire. The moment his awareness returned, his body felt lighter than ever before, as though the heavy shackles that had weighed on him for years had finally fallen away. Even breathing brought a long-missed sense of ease. Absolute quiet surrounded him. Only a faint trace of sandalwood lingered by his nose, peaceful and calming, drawing him into an even deeper sense of contentment.