Within his Sky Palace, in the lavishly designed main bedroom, Wei Wuyin laid down silently on his bed. His silver eyes were fixated on a particular piece of the ceiling, lost in thought. The event with Lin Ziyan had been thoroughly unexpected, and when he recalled all the information he had just received, all the theories that had formulated within him as a result, he couldn't help but be lost.
The comfort and warmth of the king-sized bed did little to alleviate the weight of the heavy questions lingering in his mind. "There's so much I haven't fully understood. It feels like I'm weaving through tall grass, searching for something I can't remember or recall."