Chapter 33: What Is Fate?

The dark sky loomed, and the sound of rain pattered incessantly, as if thousands of people were whispering in my ear.

The night rain tapped against the window, slap-slap... like a heartbeat throbbing.

Lin Suqing slowly opened his eyes to find himself neatly dressed and lying on a bed. He looked around, wooden windows carved with Bodhi trees, and faint sandalwood fragrance floating in the air.

The simple bed curtains, unadorned furnishings, and the elegantly plain teapot and cups on the table. All seemed unfamiliar.

He tried to sit up but felt as if his limbs were not under his control, like they had been dismantled and were just reassembled, unable to coordinate closely with his brain.

He then attempted to move his body gently and immediately discovered that he was in enduring pain all over. Even moving his eyebrows would cause his whole head to throb in pain. He couldn't even turn his eyeballs too quickly, or it would also pull painfully.