Early morning.
When sunlight streamed into the room, Su Ming woke up.
"Hiss."
He had only just woken up when waves of pain shot through his head, as if he were being pricked by needles. It was not particularly painful, but the strange, tingling sensation made him suck in a breath.
"What happened to me?"
Su Ming instinctively held his head, and his body reflexively sat up.
After taking a while to recover, before Su Ming could even make out his surroundings, a soft, delicate body suddenly lunged into his arms. He instinctively reached out and hugged her back.
"Haier?"
Only with great difficulty did Su Ming see clearly who the soft body in his arms belonged to.
It was Haier.
In human form, Haier hugged him tightly without saying a word, like a girlfriend who had been worried about him for a long time. Her beautiful eyes were filled with concern.
"Where am I?"
Su Ming patted Haier's head, then looked around.
However, before Su Ming could get a clear look at his surroundings, a voice reached his ears first.
"Finally awake? Much faster than I expected!"
The old yet remarkably powerful voice startled Su Ming slightly. He abruptly turned his head toward the source.
Only then did Su Ming finally see where he was.
At that moment, Su Ming was lying on a bed in an unfamiliar little house.
The house was very small, roughly the size of a dormitory room. It was crude, yet filled with the signs of everyday life.
Clearly, someone lived there, leading an extremely plain, simple, and spartan life.
Su Ming now occupied the only bed in the house, leaving its owner no choice but to sit in a chair and study him. The man's gaze was full of scrutiny.
The man looked