No one knew how long had passed.
In Yi Feng's dim vision, a faint glimmer of light seemed to flash by. Instinctively, he wanted to open his eyes, yet his eyelids felt as though they weighed a thousand catties, impossible to lift no matter how hard he tried.
His entire body was incomparably weak, devoid of even the slightest sensation.
After struggling several times, he still found it difficult to move even a finger.
That extreme weakness seemed to rise from the depths of his soul, exhausting his body to the very limit. Even the simple act of opening his eyes was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Not until faint voices drifted over from afar did Yi Feng's consciousness gradually become clearer.
"At the beginning of life, man's nature is good..."
Those words of enlightenment, recited in a childish voice, sounded like a clear spring gurgling softly. They washed over Yi Feng's exhausted mind and spirit, assuring him that he was still alive.
Without realizing it, a faint warmth began to spread through Yi Feng's body.
As the sun rose high in the sky, the air grew warmer and warmer. At last, Yi Feng regained a trace of strength, and his heavy eyelids slowly lifted.
Through his hazy vision,
the beam hanging high overhead looked utterly ordinary, nothing more than common timber. Yet there was not a speck of dust upon it, making the room feel strangely comfortable.
After staring blankly for several breaths, Yi Feng began struggling to turn his head.
His vision gradually became clearer, and he finally made out the tables, chairs, and furnishings around him. Though unfamiliar, the simple yet elegant arrangement left an excellent impression on him. The faint fragrance in the air also gave him an indescribable sense of peace.
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