'A love as good as ours, who will truly understand.'
'The devoted love that you and I once have will never fade.'
Yang Zheyan opened his eyes to see nothing but darkness surrounding him. He squinted his eyes, hoping to see something because he couldn't even see his own hands. He also tried recalling what even happened that he got himself here, whatever this place was. It didn't feel that long ago when he had closed his eyes and was sleeping at a hotel.
Shuddering, he rubbed his arms to warm them up. At least he knew he wasn't dreaming since he felt cold. So again, how did he end up here?
He patted the floor around him, trying to explore his surroundings. Still, he did not touch anything to give him an idea of where he was. When he felt the floor, it was a smooth, flat surface like it was made out of glass. He tapped the floor three times, and there was a light echo like he was tapping on a glass surface!
'I pray to the moon to guide us again.'
