"Where am I?" Lin Yifan asked weakly.
He then tried to get up, but it was only when he moved that he realized how serious his injuries were.
Whenever he moved slightly, pain would shoot through his body, reaching his heart and causing him unbearable pain.
"Ah!"
Lin Yifan let out a cry of agony, his brow furrowing as if it were crumpled paper, painful beyond measure.
"Oh no! Young master, you're seriously injured, it's not suitable for you to get out of bed," said a stunningly dressed woman, as she walked over to advise him.
Observing the woman, Lin Yifan was attracted by her attire.
She wasn't wearing modern clothes, but rather, something akin to the body-wrapping garments of ancient times; her jewelry and outfit were also exactly like those of ancient women.
"Young master? Could it be that I've traveled through time? That would be too melodramatic," Lin Yifan started, shocked, and quickly inquired about the era: "What dynasty is this?"
