When Chen Xiaolian woke up again, he found himself lying in bed.
The soft bed, the familiar scent, and the familiar room.
After a moment of daze, he realized.
This was his... home.
Silently sitting up from the bed, Chen Xiaolian glanced outside the window—the outside was pitch black.
The air conditioning was on full blast, but the air in the bedroom was somewhat dry. Chen Xiaolian felt his lips crack and peel, and as he stood up, he noticed a glass of water on the bedside table.
Chen Xiaolian picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, then walked to the window.
Lights dotted the buildings across the residential area.
At that moment, Chen Xiaolian heard the door behind him creak. He turned around and saw a familiar and charming face peeping in through the crack in the door.
"Oh, you're awake?"
Yu Jiajia walked into the room, looking at Chen Xiaolian.
