Zhao Chun woke up again, but this time, he was finally not in that damp and cold little dark room.
The sky outside had already darkened, but the room was brightly lit.
A white ceiling, freshly-painted white walls, and the furnishings in the room were very tidy.
This wasn't his home. It looked more like a hospital room, with that distinctive smell of a hospital lingering in the air.
Wait, how did he end up here? He clearly remembered being tied up, beaten, rescued, then escaping, and finally seeing Tian Sangsang—right before embarrassingly passing out.
The last thing he saw was Tian Sangsang. Where was she?
Clutching his stomach with one hand and propping himself up with the other, Zhao Chun gritted his teeth, moving slowly and struggling to sit up. Such a simple move, one he'd normally complete with ease like a carp flipping, had now turned into a grueling one-minute ordeal.
