The familiar ceiling, the faint scent wafting through the air.
As he gradually opened his eyes, he saw a vase with white daisies blossoming atop.
The emblems on the walls resembled the uplifted tail feathers of a phoenix, their edges reflecting a golden hue that dazzled the eyes.
Su Ming'an's vision was blurred, as if veiled in mist, perhaps due to his long sleep, and he felt his entire body weak as he tried to move.
He slowly turned his head.
A pair of crystal-clear, translucent eyes were gazing at him, brewing a wine-red tranquility that was intoxicating.
A doll-like, exquisitely beautiful little girl, with her hands clasped, sat at the doorway. Beneath her red and white lace skirt, her legs clad in long socks were pressed together.
Broad swaths of daylight streamed through the window, illuminating everything brilliantly. The girl, bathed in the light, slightly lowered her eyelids as if she melted into the light.
