Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, his consciousness surged out from the illusory Memory Palace like a tide.
In the flicker of his pupils, various images carrying information seemed to linger.
In the bedroom, bright and warm sunlight scattered on the red pine wood floor.
An old desk beside the bed had a dictionary opened on it, with its pages slightly curled.
A fountain pen, an alarm clock, and a desk lamp were quietly placed beside, reflecting a hazy luster.
Fang Cheng blinked, his gaze instinctively sweeping around.
For a moment, he couldn't clearly distinguish whether he was still in the Memory Palace or actually in his real bedroom.
He sniffed forcefully with his nose, and in an instant, numerous complex scents surged toward his nostrils.
The fresh scent of wood, the ink smell of paper, the mixed odor of sweat and detergent on the bedding...
And also, the scent of dust lifted by the breeze.
