The early morning sunshine poured in through the window, warm and comfortable.
The dust particles danced in the sunlight.
Gu Zhi raised his arm to block the glaring sunlight.
His vision gradually got clear.
Where am I?
The old, yellowed ceiling was nothing like the lavishly decorated one in his home.
Gu Zhi sat up in a rush, and the bed creaked due to the heavy movement.
He lifted the quilt and looked underneath, then quickly put it back, gasping and still suffering from the shock.
Hualala—
Gu Zhi's fine hair stood up all over and he looked in the direction of the sound.
There was no door in the place, only a crystal curtain, and outside the curtain was the living room. Right now a figure was walking up and down in the living room.
Gu Zhi got out of bed and lifted the curtain to leave.
He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person in the living room.
"Yo, you woke up."
