It was another early morning, and the white curtains were once again fluttering gently in the breeze.
Once again, the summer sunlight streamed into the room, and tiny motes of dust reflected a faint glow.
Jiang Lin lay on the bed. He had no idea what kind of dream he had been having—or perhaps he had not been dreaming at all—as his brows furrowed slightly.
His head felt groggy, but by instinct he tried to open his eyes. His body, however, kept resisting...
He felt a terrible ache in his skull. He did not want to keep sleeping, but he simply could not open his eyes. Yet Jiang Lin also knew he could not fall asleep again.
It was like sleeping for more than ten hours, knowing you no longer wanted to sleep, but being unable to wake up all the same.
At last, Jiang Lin's desire to wake overcame his body's instincts, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a ceiling that was both strange and familiar.
It was familiar because Jiang Lin felt he had seen it before, yet strange because he felt he had only seen it a few times...
"What kind of place is this again? Where am I?"
Just as Jiang Lin's mind was in a daze, a breeze brushed across the tip of his nose, carrying the scent of morning dew and earth from the forest.
Smelling more carefully, he seemed to catch another faint fragrance...
That scent was even more familiar, as if it were...
"Senior... Qin Er likes you so much, Senior..."
Murong Qin's voice sounded beside Jiang Lin.
Just as Jiang Lin's heart tightened and he sensed that something was terribly wrong, a fair, soft arm had already wrapped around his neck...
Immediately afterward, Jiang Lin