Meng Xi'er came to consciousness amidst a haze.
The day had dawned, sunlight streaming in through the window, as brilliant as every sunny day in the past.
The faint scent of tobacco lingered in the air. She shifted slightly, and saw Lu Yebai sitting by her side.
The man seemed to have awakened at some point, fully dressed, sitting on the bed, a cigarette held leisurely between his fingers.
She couldn't read him from his current expression.
Her body ached immensely, rendering her unable to sit up. She might have gotten hurt.
She felt like laughing, and also crying. Then, she found herself unable to emote at all.
What in the world was happening?
She had no idea what sentiments were driving Lu Yebai to sit there, waiting for her to wake up.
Lying in bed, Meng Xi'er felt utterly lost. Everything seemed like a dreadful nightmare she had involuntarily trapped herself into, unable to wake up from.
"Awake?"
