...her consciousness is all jumbled up.
She has a splitting headache, as if someone was hammering at her forehead.
Faintly, she can hear Shen Mo's voice, deep, even-tempered, each intonation filled with a sandy, magnetic charm, like plucking a string in her ear.
Yes...it's the most pleasant G-string on the cello.
Bai Youwei's mind is in disarray.
After feeling dizzy for a while, she finally opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is an old-fashioned ceiling, then a countryside-style wall lamp, a wall adorned with patterned wallpaper... and, an old-fashioned fireplace.
The flames within the fireplace are burning, slightly driving away the chill from her body.
"Awake?" Shen Mo, holding a glass of water, walks over and sits down by her side.
The water in the cup is still hot, so he leaves it on the coffee table to cool.
He helps her sit up a little and places a pillow beneath her to make her more comfortable.
