Resting place
Rather than waking up, Liu Sumeng felt as though he was blinking into existence. The scene suddenly shifted around without a moment's notice.
He was in someone's home, sparsely but tastefully decorated. The lighting was low, with a twilight-like blue prevailing and low lantern glow. Two people sat at the center of the room, sharing a cup of tea. They veered over to greet him.
One was a woman, familiar, but it took him a moment to remember her visage; the goddess from Zu Village's mountain lake, Bai Qiaoying.
And the second was Yuan Xuelan, except his expression was off. He had one brow raised and a subtle hint of a smirk.
"So the lovebirds made it through, congratulations, oh Fated Pair." He was leaning against his palm against the table, a signature haughty look about his expression.