He'd found himself standing in his grandmother's room, the familiar surroundings of her old house in the village filled him with lighter emotions. It was a relief after the barrage of passionate yet confusing feelings. Memories swirled in his mind, hazy yet persistent. His past was confusing, and his present was an even bigger question mark.
Xu Feng's thoughts flitted from one scene to another, disjointed and fragmented. First, he was in a bedroom with his lover... his lover... Xu Feng struggled to recall the name, a nagging sense of unease tugging at the edges of his consciousness. The name of the snake, his counterpart— one of his counterparts— should have been etched in his memory, yet it eluded him like a fleeting dream.
