The moment he opened his eyes, he closed them again, finding the light unbearably piercing, as if someone had suddenly shone a bright light directly into his eyes while he was fumbling in the pitch darkness.
Qian Xing tentatively opened his eyes several times, gradually adjusting to the light.
"He's awake, awake! Xing is awake," Qian Xing's mother cried out excitedly.
Only then did Qian Xing get a clear look around him; he appeared to be lying in his own bridal chamber, surrounded by a crowd of people at the edge of his bed. There were his parents, his grandparents, his uncles, his aunts, and most importantly, his beloved girl sat by his bed, looking at him with deep concern.
"Am I still alive?" Qian Xing's mouth moved for a long time before he could squeeze out these words. After saying them, even he couldn't believe his ears. Was this really his voice? It sounded incredibly weak, hoarse, and dry.
