A week later…
It was as if she had a long dream. The content of the dream was trivial, but it was as long as a lifetime, making Jian Ai physically and mentally tired.
She slowly opened her eyes and felt a throbbing pain in her head. Jian Ai couldn't help but gasp. It hurt.
"Sir, she's awake!"
Suddenly, a tender voice sounded. Jian Ai was shocked.
Without waiting for Jian Ai to think, footsteps approached. Only then did Jian Ai's vision become clear. When she focused, she realized she was in a completely unfamiliar environment.
The room was decorated in an ancient manner, as if it was built with wood. Sunlight seeped in between the wooden gaps.
Jian Ai wanted to get up, but she felt weak.
"Don't move yet."
A low voice sounded. The man had already come to the bed. He raised his hand and gently pressed Jian Ai's body. He looked at her and said, "You've been unconscious for too long. You just woke up. Lie down and recuperate."
