Shen Jingqi suddenly opened his eyes, the scene before him a blur, only feeling a rush of unfamiliarity coming at him. He blinked hard, as his vision gradually cleared, discovering he was lying inside some unknown residence.
The room was simply furnished, with a wooden bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a half-open window that let in a few weak rays of light. Shen Jingqi rubbed his temples with force, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and his mind was completely blank, unable to recall why he was here.
Sitting up, he looked around, trying to find a clue. The walls were adorned with a few landscape paintings, the scenes tranquil and beautiful, yet they filled him with a sense of unfamiliarity. Scattered on the desk were some magazines and an open diary, but the pages of the diary were blank, devoid of any writing.
