Groggy... exhausted... a splitting headache.
His thoughts returned to him one by one. Lu Xuan struggled to lift his eyelids. Above him wasn't the dim, swaying lightbulb he expected, but an exquisitely crafted ceiling.
He wasn't lying on a hard wooden plank, either. Instead, he was on a soft, massive bed.
'Where am I?'
Lu Xuan jolted, seeing two pairs of eyes staring straight at him. One pair was bright and clear, while the other was slightly shifty.
"You're awake!" Yan Jiangxue leaned in and touched the young man's forehead, asking worriedly, "Xiaolu, Xiaolu, what happened to you...?"
As Lu Xuan caught the faint, pleasant scent from the young woman, his mind finally began to settle.
He looked at Xiaoyan, then at the middle-aged man beside her, slightly bewildered.
"Director Ji? What are you doing here?"
Ji Bochang scratched his head and gave a cautious, careful smile. Before he could speak, Yan Jiangxue answered.
