Su Ming'an woke up on a soft bed.
The air carried a hint of rose fragrance, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pink ceiling. As he sat up, he noticed an exquisite bedside table next to him with bright red roses on it and the sheer curtains at the window slightly drawn, the outside view unclear.
... A girl's room.
He threw back the covers, but heard a crisp clink—he looked down and realized his right hand was handcuffed to the head of the bed.
... What's this about?
He made his fingertip flare up and melted it, walked to the door to open it, but found it was locked, then went to the window, pulled back the curtain, and saw a backyard garden, a woman in a black dress watering the plants.
"Thunk, thunk, thunk." He discovered the window was also locked and tapped on the glass with his finger.
Yu Ruohuo looked over, her expression more serious than he ever remembered.
