Ouyang Xueqing frowned and for a while, she couldn't remember where she was and what day it was. Her mind blurred and her eyes stung as if there were needles poking through it. Her throat was painfully dry, and all her joints were sore as if she had been dismembered and pieced together again.
When her eyes opened with much difficulty, she found that she was in an unfamiliar room. Night had arrived, plunging the world into darkness, and the only light came from the dim candle atop of the table.
A weak groan escaped her lips and the rustle of clothes were heard followed by a deep, raspy voice. "You're awake?"
She subconsciously relaxed at the familiar voice. "Master…" Clearing her throat, she tried to get up and realized that the man was standing between the shadows, rendering her unable to see him clearly. "What happened?"
