Shen Nianzu opened his heavy eyelids to the slightly familiar white ceiling, and the thick scent of disinfectant rushing to his nostrils further confirmed that he had, once again, been rushed into the hospital after returning to the real world.
Night had fallen, and faint twinkling stars could be seen in the clear sky outside the window. The bedding beneath him was exceedingly soft compared to the hard rocks pressing against his back during the last moment before everything turned dark.
Everything felt almost like a dream… so much that it left him in a slight trance.
Until the bedside lamp turned on with a snap, revealing a familiar figure that had kept watch by his side.
"Young Master…"
It was none other than Qing Mo, his personal assistant.
