C157 Out of Control

When Ye Liangqiu opened his eyes, it was already two days later. The sun was high up in the sky, and even with the curtain blocking his eyes, Ye Liangqiu could feel the glaring light outside.

The air in the room smelled surprisingly good. It didn't have the pungent smell of the disinfectant from the hospital. Instead, it was exuding the fresh scent of morning dew