In such a manner, decades have passed.
Dongting Lake, Fish Dragon Island.
"Hmm~!"
The darkness receded like a tide, and Lin Miao slowly awoke.
"Where is this...?"
Lin Miao looked around, dazed. Everything in his view went from blurred to clear; it was an antique bedroom with a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air, which jolted him awake.
"What is this place?"
"Why am I here?"
"Where are those people..."
A string of questions turned into vigilance, prompting him to hurriedly prop himself up.
Just then, footsteps sounded, and the door swung open as a person entered.
It was a young man, dressed in grey clothes with a simple and unadorned demeanor, exuding a sense of transcending the mundane.
He came into the room, looking at the alert and seated Lin Miao without much surprise, and spoke in a regular tone: "You're awake?"
"You..."
Lin Miao looked at him with uncertainty, unable to drop his guard, cautiously probing: "Was it you who saved me?"
"No."
