Siheyuan: Xu Damao, Your Wife Is Quite the Catch

The damp, musty smell crept into his nostrils. Lin Huan forced his heavy eyelids open.

Mottled earthen walls, an uneven dirt floor: this was definitely not what an airplane cabin should look like.

"The Traditional Chinese Medicine conference..." he murmured, rubbing his temples, then was suddenly struck by a tsunami of fragmented memories.