(Thank you very much to Qing Yuan Liu Li, Liunian Cheng Shang love, and Yunqi Qinggu for the rewards!)
Wu Yan's hazy consciousness drifted through an equally hazy ocean, with no destination and no end—nothing but blankness...
Maintaining that hazy sensation, Wu Yan tried more than once to make his mind function normally again.
But every time he was about to recover, a sharp pain stabbed through his head, and his consciousness became hazy once more.
He struggled to restore his awareness through that foggy sensation, but the consciousness he had painstakingly gathered was scattered again by an indescribable headache and exhaustion. It returned to a haze, then he struggled again, only for it to be scattered once more, and then struggled again...
He had no idea how long this process lasted...
Until, at some point, Wu Yan finally felt the headache and exhaustion recede slightly. Only then did he successfully gather his difficult-to-concentrate consciousness and return it to his mind, giving his brain the power to function again.
"Mm..." With a barely audible groan, Wu Yan slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a familiar ceiling.
It was the ceiling of his own room at home.
Only then did Wu Yan realize that he was lying in the bed in his room at home. It seemed he had been asleep for quite some time.
"What... happened to me?..." Perhaps because he had slept for too long, although Wu Yan's mind was working again, it had yet to return to its usual state. His memories were somewhat blank, and his head soon began to feel heavy and dizzy.
Holding his head, Wu Yan pushed himself up from his lying position and sat up.
The thin blanket slowly slid off him, and the open window entered his view.