You had been iridescent,
The darkness spread like wildfire,
You've been in the black hole for so long,
The morning awaits at the end of the tunnel.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Thank you. You woke up, Your Highness," the royal physician hollered. Xiaojun zipped his mouth tight for a while. He doesn't want to slip what happened to him. That world he transported into... it's weird. The way they clothed, the way they speak. It's very different from what they used to live in Qing Empire.
It must be because he's an ancient person. No one would understand where he came from.
"What happened to me? Did I hit my head and become unconscious for months?" Xiaojun asked. He raised his hands and scraped it through his scalp. The royal physician nodded at the court lady, and she went out to retrieve some water. Xiaojun stretched his neck on both sides.
