Azura

Luo Yi slowly swam back into consciousness. The surface beneath her was soft, really soft. Luo Yi sighed in content before she frowned. 

Wait, that was strange. 

She bolted upright and the scene that greeted her was different. 

Different as in really different. 

Instead of the dusty bed, squeaking cushions, ratty blankets, and broken window sill, this whole place was like a room for the rich. 

Luo Yi looked around in amazement. The room was dark and the curtains were open. A crescent moon outside casted silver glow and flooded the room with soft light. 

The room was mostly covered with white with a tint of gold. There were two to three sets of huge floor to ceiling windows on her left, covered with white curtains, so white like snow. The curtains were held apart with a gold like rope.