The head was buzzing as if it had been kicked by a donkey, the throat was so dry that it was burning, and the bones all over the body felt like they were falling apart.
Zhan Kunyuan opened his eyes suddenly. What he saw was not the squeaking broken fan in the rental house, nor the code page still lit on the computer screen, but the green gauze tent embroidered with the pattern of lotus. There was a faint, indescribable medicinal smell lingering on the tip of his nose, mixed with a little sandalwood, which was very strange.
