Night gave way to day. Yan Xixi opened her eyes to find that spring had arrived overnight. Outside, the sun shone brightly. Early-blooming begonias swayed in the wind, and birds chirped nearby.
Her eyes widened as she took in the incomparably luxurious bed, top-of-the-line light fixtures, and large sofa. The bedroom was surprisingly large. On the terrace outside, a row of early-blooming roses displayed a myriad of colors: red, white, blue, pink—every shade imaginable.
She sat up, but felt utterly drained of strength. She could only lean against the headboard, her eyes wide as she surveyed her surroundings. The room was eerily silent, as if this vast space were dead, inhabited only by ghosts.
She walked to the door and, upon opening it, saw two uniformed maids standing guard outside. One of the maids, looking pleasantly surprised, said, "Miss Yan, you're finally awake! You've been unconscious for several days. Are you feeling better now?"