"...."
The elegant and faint scent of incense drifted gently through the air, the warm sunlight filtering through the window lattice and into the room.
After staring at the wooden ceiling for several breaths, Xu Yuan's dull gaze gradually regained clarity. However, as the memories from before his fainting slowly surfaced in his mind, his eyes immediately took on a hint of wariness.
But when he shifted his gaze from the familiar ceiling to the elegant and tidy room beside him, and saw the familiar furnishings within it, the unease in his heart completely dissipated.
There probably wasn't a safer place in the world than here.
Because he was home, at the home where his father was.
"Huff..."
Continuing to lie on the soft, warm bed for a while, Xu Yuan let out a gentle breath, propped himself up slowly, and sat up from the bed. Then he let out a low chuckle.
