The breeze gently blew in, entering the room, and everything seemed peaceful and beautiful.
"Ugh," Rong Yan moved her fingers uncomfortably on the large bed, feeling a bone-deep tearing pain in her palm. The pain gradually cleared her muddled mind, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her throat was so dry that she mumbled in discomfort, "Water..."
A cup of water was immediately brought to her lips, and someone helped Rong Yan sit up, "Slow down!"
Rong Yan's vision was still blurry as she clutched the cup in front of her and started gulping down water greedily. In no time, the water in the cup was half gone, and her dry throat finally felt some relief. As her consciousness slowly sharpened, she clearly saw the man in front of her, "Li Shengxiao?"
