A mirrorless ceiling welcomed Shen Yuan the moment he opened his eyes. It was a familiar white-painted ceiling, so he looked around to further confirm his idea.
Everything is the same as last time, from navy blue duvets and cream-colored wooden bedside tables to the lingering homey smell that belongs to three distinct individuals.
He is in their bedroom.
They are back in their house.
"How did Bai Tingfeng bring me home? The last time I remembered…" The celestial fox spirit murmured, pouting. His body feels a little heavy, and the part located in the far back feels raw and overused. It's a little painful as he moves, and something feels missing whenever he closes his legs.
