Yan Feifan slowly opened his eyes, unsure how much time had passed.
Darkness was all he could see.
After letting his eyes adjust for a moment, he could make out the room's decor with the help of the light seeping through the curtains and the crack under the door.
It was so familiar, and the smell was familiar too...
Yan Feifan was suddenly wide awake. 'This is my bedroom. Am I home at Binhai Zuimo Court?!'
For a moment, he felt a sense of temporal dislocation.
The last thing he remembered was having a meal with the General, Mr. Wei, Feng Jian, and the others.
'How did I get home just by opening my eyes again?'
Yan Feifan sat up in bed and glanced at the digital clock on his desk. The time was already 11:05 PM.
But the date was still today, Sunday, the same day as in his memory.
Just then, a RUMBLE came from his stomach, and a wave of ravenous hunger washed over him.
Yan Feifan remembered it clearly.
