Lin Zhu felt uncomfortable in his sleep. He felt cold, but he could feel that he was sweating a lot. He could also feel the thick blanket covering his body, and that made him feel even more uncomfortable.
His eyes were still closed, but he somehow knew that he was sick. Maybe he caught a cold or something?
But wait. Where's he now? He smelled a strange smell all around him, and he was sure he wasn't in his room. Curious, he carefully opened his eyes as he felt alert, and the first thing that greeted his eyes was the sight of the white ceiling. The ceiling in Ye Quan's house was also painted white, but he was sure that he was not at Ye Quan's house right now.
Frowning in confusion, the brown-haired man was even more confused when he realized that something felt so heavy in his right hand. He then turned his gaze to his hand, and his eyes were greeted by black hair this time. The jet-black hair glistened in the light, and he thought he recognized it.
