Ran Xueyi's consciousness was eaten away by darkness. When she woke up again, she was inside a room she was familiaf with; it was the room she and Song Yu Han shared at home.
The warm and cozy white painted walls and ceiling, the chandelier with the intricate patterns she asked for the artisan to create was fully lit above. On the other hand, the softness and fluffiness of the bed underneath her slightly numb and weary body were like clouds to save her from her fall, making Ran Xueyi's eyelids fell a bit heavy.
She wanted to sleep again.
"You're awake." Just then, a voice that sounded like a hot and delicious chocolate sounded to her side.
Ran Xueyi slightly turned her head to the direction of the voice and saw an extremely handsome man sitting beside the bed while holding her hand.
She felt hand squeeze her own.
