Yuanya slowly opened her eyes, her vacant gaze directly meeting a painting on the wall.
Her slightly stiff pupils slowly rotated a few times.
The exquisite and high-end decoration, and the European-style cream-colored furniture come into view.
Bits and pieces flashed through her mind, combining with the unfamiliar surroundings before her eyes, conflicting with her memories.
She almost thought that everything before she passed out was a dream.
Yuanya shook her somewhat dizzy head and struggled to sit up.
Duan Jingwen placed a soft pillow behind her to make her more comfortable.
"Welcome back to my side."
A familiar yet long-missed voice filled her ears. Yuanya identified it after careful consideration, recognizing his voice as she turned her head to look at him.
"Why are you here!" Yuanya's eyes filled with intense disgust and hatred.
Duan Jingwen noticed but merely looked at her meaningfully and discreetly smiled.
"I saved you. You could at least say thank you."