Ever since the shackles within his body had shown signs of loosening, Rong Taotao had been experiencing a strange sensation, as if he were floating in the sky.
Drifting, drifting... swaying, swaying...
Rong Taotao lay on his dorm bed, his eyes glazed over. His blurry gaze fell upon the nearby sofa, where Si Huan Nian sat with her legs crossed, quietly savoring her tea.
Si Huan Nian poured a cup of hot tea. She brought it to her mouth and blew on it gently, a wisp of frosty mist escaping her lips to cool the scalding liquid. Then, she raised it to her lips and took a delicate sip.
As if sensing Rong Taotao's gaze, full of "wisdom," Si Huan Nian turned her head. Seeing his stupefied expression, she couldn't help but break into a gentle smile.
She asked softly, "Feeling comfortable now?"
Rong Taotao didn't respond. He just felt his body alternating between floating in the sky and sinking into a cloud of cotton candy—soft, warm...
