Rong Xingyu suddenly sat up and blinking his eyes as he struggled to fully come back to himself.
He had actually dreamed that he truly became a mermaid.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
He was no longer young, yet he still had such a childlike imagination?
However, looking at the antique canopy bed before him, Rong Xingyu could not help sighing.
If he could travel back to ancient times, then perhaps one day truly turning into a mermaid was not entirely impossible either.
Rong Xingyu had already been here for a week and by now he had accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.
He had also basically adapted to the lifestyle of people in ancient times.
Rong Xingyu lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
He first stood by the bed and neatly folded the bedding, but afterward did not immediately move away.
His gaze fell upon the bed, which was clearly aged with years of use.
