She was having a splitting headache.
Did she really have to feel so terrible each time she regained consciousness?!
Lu Manman opened her eyes and furrowed her brows as she struggled to look around this foreign room.
The color theme was monochromatic, and the furnishings were sleek and modern, but gave off a cold and stiff vibe.
She turned around.
There was a huge balcony. Heavy silk gold curtains and gray sheer layers swayed in the morning breeze as sunlight poured in through the gaps in the crown of a huge tree outside. A man sat comfortably in a reclining chair on the balcony. He was in a fitting black singlet, and was having a leisure smoke, puffing out rings after rings of smoke…
"Mo Yuanxiu?" Lu Manman's voice was a little hoarse when she spoke.
The moment she spoke, she felt the pain in her throat. Even swallowing her spit was painful.
