"Strange... ceiling."
When Wang Yuan awoke from a state of confusion, he found himself in an ancient and elegantly decorated room.
He shook his somewhat muddled head, trying to scrape together scattered memories shrouded in fog within his brain, before he gradually "realized" who he was.
"My name is Wang Qianshan, I am fifteen years old, a poor scholar living in Yunhe County.
My parents passed away early, leaving me a lonely orphan, earning a living by writing letters and selling some landscape paintings. Am I... getting married?!"
At this thought, he suddenly sat up with a start.
Looking around, he found himself lying on a beautifully carved wedding bed, dressed in the clothes of a groom.
The table was set with fruits and wines, and a pair of celebratory red candles, while outside the window adorned with the character for happiness, voices bustled, seemingly in the midst of a grand banquet.
A segment of memory then surfaced slowly from the depths of his heart.
