"Mm."
Nalan Yanran let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was an entirely unfamiliar ceiling.
"Where is this?"
Nalan Yanran propped herself up in bed. Her muddled thoughts had yet to fully clear as she surveyed the unfamiliar room, trying to recall what had happened earlier.
She did not know if it was an illusion, but Nalan Yanran felt that she had seen Xiao Yan before losing consciousness.
Nalan Yanran frowned. It was not that she doubted her memory, but she had not seen Xiao Yan in over a decade. She only remembered that the man she had seen before fainting looked familiar, yet she could not be certain that it was Xiao Yan.
"Hiss~"
Nalan Yanran suddenly felt the pain in her body and involuntarily sucked in a cold breath. Pulling back the blanket and looking down, she found herself wrapped in thick bandages, which made her sigh with emotion.
Come to think of it, ever since coming to the Central Continent, she had not received proper medical treatment like this. She had not even taken healing medicine, always just toughing it out.
Nalan Yanran looked toward the bedside table, where a neatly folded set of clothes had already been placed. They were clearly prepared for her, and the Scarlet Sword rested securely beside them.
Nalan Yanran got out of bed and put on the clothes. She raised a hand to tug at the loose collar, then noticed that her hair, which had once dragged along the floor, was noticeably shorter.
Nalan Yanran was not upset by this. Her hair had been so long that it hindered her movements anyway, and now she would not have to cut it herself.
Putting away the Scarlet Sword, Nalan Yanran pushed open the door and