Jiang Shouzhong gradually regained consciousness from his daze and found himself lying in a crevice next to Huailan Lake, where the sparse stars in the sky fell like broken jade, and the night was fading, revealing the indigo of pre-dawn.
The surroundings were silent, with only a light breeze brushing gently.
"How did I come out again?"
Jiang Shouzhong's head felt as if it was being wrung, as if thousands of needles were pricking him.
He struggled to recall the scenes from moments ago, but his memory had only scattered fragments, difficult to piece together.
At that moment, a faint sound of a girl's moan suddenly came from beside him.
He instinctively turned his head, only to be stunned by the appearance of a pair of delicate feet as tender as young bamboo shoots.
The girl's toes were slightly curled, and her ten nails were as round and fine as pearls—unpainted, yet a pearl-like rosy hue was evident. Around her delicate ankles was tied a small gold bell.
This was...
