The surroundings were filled with a cacophony of noise... like the sound of an air vent.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw a patch of crimson clouds... and ahead, a small boy was standing on the railing, with his arms outstretched as if wanting to ride the wind away.
For some reason, that silhouette instinctively drew him in... He got up and walked toward the figure. But he forgot the fact that he was severely injured, and after just two steps, he fell straight to the ground.
"You're awake?"
Zhuifeng heard the movement and quickly turned around, jumping down from the railing and walking over to help the person up. "Are you alright?"
"Who... are you? And what is this place?"
"My name is Zhuifeng." Zhuifeng wiped his nose and looked around, "Here? This is where I live, my home!"
"But this place..." He looked around.
