Morning sunlight slowly slipped through the broken wooden window, spreading faint warmth across the quiet room as Yan Mo's eyes slowly opened.
For a brief moment, his vision remained blurry, and the dull heaviness inside his body made it difficult for him to think clearly. His head throbbed lightly, and his limbs still felt weak from the poison.
He frowned slightly.
Then slowly, awareness returned.
The unfamiliar ceiling above him.
The faint smell of crushed herbs lingering in the air.
The bandages wrapped carefully around his hands.
Yan Mo's eyes shifted slightly before stopping completely.
This was not his room.
His gaze lowered slowly.
Then he realized—
He was lying on Yanyu's bed.
A faint pause appeared in his expression.
Immediately, his eyes moved through the room, searching quietly.
And then he saw her.
