When Tang Jinxi opened his eyes, his head felt like lead.
A dim light bulb dangled overhead, its tungsten filament making a faint hissing sound. His vision was blurry at first, and then gradually became clear - the adobe wall with faded New Year paintings, the mahogany cabinet with peeling paint, the enamel basin with the red word "Happy" printed on it, and the coarse quilt covering the skin on the bed.
This scene was so familiar that it made her heart tighten.
"Are you awake?"
A low and gentle male voice came from the door.
Tang Jinxi turned his head suddenly and saw a young man in a white shirt standing at the door. He is a tall and thin man with straight shoulders. The legs of his washed blue trousers are rolled up to his ankles, revealing a thin ankle. He held an enamel jar in his hand, and hot air rose from the mouth of the jar, covering his face wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.
