The burning pain in his throat was like a fire. Fusu opened his eyes suddenly, and the candlelight in the bronze lamp made him dizzy.
It doesn't smell like hospital disinfectant.
There was a faint scent of pine smoke and ink lingering on the tip of his nose, mixed with a hint of ambergris. There was a cold jade couch under him, and the brocade quilt covering him was embroidered with complicated Kui dragon patterns - this was by no means the rental house where he had just paid the rent and couldn't bear to turn on the air conditioner.
"Master, are you awake?"
