The drizzle fell in the valley, filling the valley with clouds. In an abandoned wooden hut, Yan Xiaosi slowly woke up.
She seemed to have had a very long dream, but the moment she opened her eyes, she could not remember anything. She stared blankly at the roof with a big hole in it. Rain floated in and dripped onto her face along the corners of the gap.
She was still in a daze.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?
Yan Xiaosi's ears pricked up when she heard a rustling sound. She turned her head in the direction of the sound and saw a tall man in black sitting on her side on the bed. The room was dirty, but he was spotless. He had a tall figure, and a pair of straight and long legs could vaguely be seen under his slightly open hem.
This figure… was better than when she was looking from afar.
