The floor was paved with slates.
He was lying on a four-poster wooden bed.
Where was this place?
He clearly remembered that he had fallen into a trap. He had no idea what had happened while he was unconscious or why he had woken up in a villager's home.
He looked at himself; his outfit was changed. He did not know where the clothes came from. They were a little unsophisticated, off-white from repeated washing and a size bigger.
His wound, though, had received timely treatment and was bandaged with gauze.
Shortly after, along with the sound of hurried footsteps, an adult man led that noisy girl to his bedside. When he saw that he was awake, relief flooded his face with a tinge of guilt.
"You're awake, boy! It's good that you're awake! It's good that you're awake…"
Youyou warily sized up the man before him.
