By the time Yu Qingyu opened his eyes, he was no longer in the dungeon. Instead of the tree tops blocking the sky high above him, there was a cream-white ceiling. Squinting from the brightness, he sat up, taking a look around.
It was a fairly big, elegant room, with a massive king-size bed, two armchairs and a coffee table, large balcony windows, and two doors. Additionally, there was also an electric kettle and a mini-fridge. It appeared to be a room in a fancy hotel.
And on the bed next to him, under the blankets, lay Liu Wei.
Yu Qingyu stared at the man unmoving, his thoughts racing frantically. He had a ton of questions, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't recall what happened. The last thing he remembered was his group being ambushed in the dungeon by the forest elves…
