Yan Xiaoran woke up from the sound of snoring beside her. When she tried to move her hand, she suddenly touched something soft, giving her a ticklish feeling.
She tried to raise her head to inspect, but her head was hurting. It was aching a lot, so she softly groaned and smacked her head back on the pillow. She looked around using only her eyes, yet she simply gazed at an unfamiliar sight. 'Where am I?'
She tried to raise her body once again. However, her body seemed to refuse to listen to her will. It felt like she was carrying a 40kg rice bag.
She observed that the sun hasn't risen and the sky was still dark. The windows in the room were slightly opened, and the white curtains would occasionally flutter as the cold wind slipped through the apertures.
Swallowing hard, Yan Xiaoran sighed in her heart as she attempted again to sit up. It took her a few tries before she was successful enough to raise half of her body.
