The headache was unbearable, and she felt a sour sensation at her temples.
When she opened her eyes again, all around her was pitch black.
She tried to take note of her surroundings. She felt like she was on a bed.
The bed was wide and soft.
She was covered with a comfortable quilt, wrapping her tightly.
There was no blindfold over her eyes.
It seemed like she was in a completely enclosed space.
An Yeran frowned slightly, surprisingly not feeling panic.
Before she passed out, she had seen that face.
It was the same as her memory.
The slightly immature youth, tall and handsome, was unbelievably beautiful.
An Yeran hesitated for a long time. In the darkness, the only sound was her breathing.
So, was she kept captive?
The person who imprisoned her was evident.
An Yeran lay on the bed, staring blankly ahead in the complete darkness, feeling bored, even though she couldn't see anything.
An Yeran rubbed her temples.
