The Wind Rises, the Sun and the Moon

I don't know how long it took, but there was a faint call in Yang Haibo's ear: "Hey, hello, wake up?" He seemed to smell the faint fragrance of orchids in his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw a white figure squatting next to him, and a finger poked directly under his nose. Out of instinct, Yang Haibo raised his left hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist.