Warm, dry.
The crisp and pleasant chirping of birds came through the glass window, a vague yet rhythmic sound.
Chen Lun opened his sleepy eyes, and what he saw was a rather old plaid ceiling, giving him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The brilliant golden sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up the whole room.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, his blurry vision scanning the surroundings.
It was a cramped but tidy little room, with an old desk facing the bed, nestled in the corner of the wall. Some books, stationery, and game cartridges were spread on the desk, and a dirty school uniform jacket hung on the chair's backrest.
On the wall hung a wrinkled poster, showing seven ferocious monsters attacking a human hero wearing a cloak. Over time, the poster had yellowed, and a corner had lifted up.
'This is…'
Almost instantly, Chen Lun remembered.
'Isn't this just my childhood home?'
He was somewhat dazed.
