Jiang Xi was like a weary traveler who had journeyed long and hard, with moments and dreams intermingling until she abruptly opened her eyes.
The ceiling, which was not very familiar, had a crystal chandelier hanging from it. It was the hotel ceiling she had seen frequently over the past few days.
She sat up abruptly, checked her clothes, which were properly worn, and aside from a throbbing pain in her temples due to a hangover, she felt no discomfort elsewhere.
But she clearly remembered losing consciousness in front of a vast desert the night before.
Who had brought her back?
The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, and Jiang Xi reflexively turned and glared at it.
Call after call, she didn't answer, and the phone automatically picked up, with the voice of the ground floor hotel service coming through.