Completely no memory of how much time has passed.
Han Dong, wrapped in endless fatigue, seemed to sink infinitely into the depths of a muddy swamp.
Until a sliver of warm firelight gradually seeped through.
The first thing he saw upon waking was a four-meter-high circular vaulted ceiling, adorned with delicately engraved cloud patterns.
A finely crafted kerosene lamp hung on the wall, softly burning, illuminating the luxurious and spacious bedroom scene.
Additionally, Han Dong simultaneously felt two distinct sensations.
First, the back of his right hand was connected to a neural infusion tube, through which a steady flow of nutrient liquid akin to an IV was being injected into his body to supplement nutrients during his coma.
Second, the press of a pair of long black silk-clad legs against his body.
The feeling was familiar.
The Black Goat Sally, still in her Mi University teacher form, was sleeping beside him.
